The billionaire contract bride: from contract wife to his obsession
Betrayed by the people she trusted most, Ava Lin's perfect life shatters overnight. From losing her mother under mysterious circumstances to being tormented by her stepmother and stepsister, Ava learns early that love in her world comes at a price. But nothing prepares her for the ultimate betrayal,catching her fiancé in bed with her own sister just weeks before their wedding.
Humiliated and heartbroken, Ava makes a reckless decision that changes everything: a contract marriage to a stranger. What she doesn't know is that her new husband is Elias Ward,a powerful, cold-hearted billionaire with secrets of his own.
Thrown into a world of wealth, power, and hidden enemies, Ava finds herself entangled in a dangerous game of revenge, lies, and unexpected passion. As she rises from the ashes of betrayal, those who once destroyed her will stop at nothing to bring her down even if it means exposing deadly secrets buried in her past.
But when love begins to bloom in the most unexpected place, Ava must decide,will she continue fighting for revenge, or risk everything for a second chance at love?
In a story filled with scandal, heartbreak, and justice, one woman's pain becomes her greatest strength... and her ultimate weapon.
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Chapter 1
"Yes daddy...fuck me hard"
"Just like that Jeff... keep going.."
Ava had just stepped into the house when she heard the sounds of moaning right from the sitting room.
Her legs began trembling and her heart was about to explode but she forced herself to keep walking towards the direction of the sound while telling herself it was just a prank or or was hallucinating....it was just her mind playing games with her.
The door was not locked so she pushed it open with trembling hands. Ava could never have imagined the scene in front of me.
Clara was pinned against the wall by Jeff...her fiancee. They were supposed to be getting married in two weeks. Her whole world came crumbling. She couldn't move or make a sound.
Ava had closed early from work today to surprise her fiancee but instead got the worst suprise of her life. Her fiancee fucking her own step sister.
By the time they realised her presence, Ava's eyes were already filled with tears.
Jeff was shocked when he saw her standing at the door with Clara still pinned against the wall naked. "Ava.. you're not supposed to be here. It's not what you think" he said while he dropped Clara to the bed hurrying to pick his clothes that was scattered all over the room. Clara just sat there looking at her with no shame or remorse on her face.
"Jeff..this is what I get from you after six years of being together" Ava managed to say something still trying to force down my tears.
" No my love.. Ava this is just a big misunderstanding,I can explain" he said while struggling to put his pants on.
"Explain what.." she finally exploded with tears pouring down her face "what else do you have to explain Jeff..I caught you right in the act, and of all people to betray me with you chose my stepsister...why" Ava felt like dying on the spot.
She didn't know what pained her the most,his betrayal or the fact that it was with her step sister .she stood there watching him trying to explain himself while Clara just sat still on the bed with a snug smile on her face.
"That's enough...I can't watch this any longer" Clara finally said while standing to face Ava "you shouldn't be surprised Ava.. what man will be satisfied with someone like you". "Me and Jeff have been together for a while now... he's such a sweet man and I wonder what he's doing with an old hag like you"
Ava could feel face turning red out of anger. She looked at Clara with pain in her eyes. She has always taken everything that was supposed to be hers right from when they were kids... and now her fiancee. Ava wanted to cry but she couldn't let her see the defeat on her face.
"Clara how could you do this to me" she said while holding back her tears"I thought we were sis..."
"Oh just shut the fuck up Ava. I have never taken you to be my sister... and as for Jeff,he never really loved you Ava " she said while walking to the table to get the wine bottle "you don't have what it takes to be loved by a man or to keep a man.. you're just a plaything for them that could be discarded at anytime"
Her words cut through Ava like a knife,she never expected to hear such words from someone she claimed to be her sister
"Jeff...is that true?" Ava turned towards Jeff hoping for him to something to discredit Clara's words but he just stood there motionless.
"Of course it's true,he just can't bear to say it to your face*Clara said while pouring herself some wine. " Poor Jeff...he has been sex starved for years but I came along to his rescue"she let out a mocking laugh and walked to stand in her face.
"I gave him what you could never give him with that shrewd body of yours... some good sex".
Ava raised her hands to slap her out of anger but was held back,, when she turned to look,it was Jeff."That's enough Ava" he said while flinging her hands to the sides."I didn't want to say this but everything she said is true"
That statement alone broke a part of Ava,she realized it was all over and thee was nothing she could do. Rather than stand there and be humiliated by the both of them she turned and was about to walk away with the last shred of dignity left on her when she heard Clara say something.
"No man will ever want or love you Ava..you don't have what it takes to get a man" Clara said to me.
Ava said to her without looking at her"we'll see about that". Then she walked off In anger slamming the front door on her way out. She got into her car and drove off with speed. She was going to get her revenge on them in one way or the other,sooner or later. To do that she had to find herself a man,not just any man but one that command authority and power and stood at the top of the food chain,how she was going to get him she didn't know yet.
But before she did that she needed to clear her head,the event that just unfolded took a toll on her both mentally and emotionally. Ava drove to one of the high class club at the city to get herself drunk and drown away all her sorrows without any disturbance.
After three bottles she was dead drunk, stumbling to stand straight she walked to find the rest room. It was quite late and she needed to get back home cause she had to appear at the company the next day in order to avoid being scolded by her father.
Ava worked at her father's company as a mere assistant at the marketing department,he wouldn't let her take over the family business without having a strong backing and her marriage to Jeff was supposed to be that backing, but this was just an excuse and she knew all along.
Ava stumbled across the hallway with her eyes barely open, without being conscious of her surroundings she hit her head on a wall, upon closer look it turned out to be a man. In her defense,his body was hard and sturdy like a wall so she couldn't tell the difference.
He caught her just before she hit the floor . she fell into his embrace and for some reason it was warm. She managed to mutter some words before she finally gave in to the alcohol.
"Marry me..."
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8.3
Ayleen Ramirez sat in the sterile Hope Hill Fertility Clinic, her heart shattering as Dr. Finch delivered the crushing news: her third IVF cycle had failed.
Eavesdropping outside a supply closet, she overheard her husband Don on the phone, laughing cruelly. "She's a defective incubator," he sneered to his mistress Alessandra. "I never used my sperm—just cheap bank donation. No trailer trash carries a Bradley heir."
Betrayed, Ayleen confronted him, but her adoptive family ambushed her at home. Her parents and brother sided with Alessandra, now pregnant by Don, demanding Ayleen sign divorce papers to secure family investments. "You're an embarrassment," her mother snapped, threatening to cut her trust fund. Ayleen tossed back their heirloom necklace and walked out.
She stormed the Bradley mansion, slapped divorce papers on Don, packed her bags amid his aunt's insults, and fled into the night.
Drunk in a trendy bar, she stumbled into a powerful stranger—Burdette Guerrero—spilling whiskey on his crotch, then accidentally grabbed a napkin to his trousers. He shoved her away in rage.
Worse, she mistook his penthouse suite for her hotel room, bursting in on his shower, smashing a mirror in panic. He pinned her to the wall, snarling accusations.
How did this arrogant man know her name? Why demand she sign a mysterious contract at 9 a.m.? Devastated and clueless she's actually pregnant—with his stolen heir—Ayleen sobbed alone, the world crumbling.
The next morning, she straightened her spine in the Grand Guerrero lobby, ready to face him and demand answers—no matter the cost.
9.0
Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over.
Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned.
Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract.
Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth.
In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?
8.8
Bella Danvers aka Isabella Powell is a 20-year-old college student who encountered the hot and ruthless CEO of the Rinaldi Corporation, Gabriel Rinaldi. They had a forgetful one-night stand that took a turn for the worst. Will he be able to find her before he is forced into an arranged marriage? Will she be able to tell him the news? Or will they be forced apart?
8.2
My ex-boyfriend of three years, Axel, married a perfect wealthy heiress.
I attended his wedding, not to mourn our relationship, but because he had spent the last three years bleeding me dry.
He left me with absolutely nothing but a final notice from the hospital for my dying brother's life support.
Instead of feeling guilty, Axel cornered me in the church hallway, crushing my wrist.
"I'll set you up with an apartment. You won't have to work another day in your life."
He thought he could buy my silence with spare change, while leaving my seventeen-year-old brother, Julian, to die when his treatments were cut off the very next day.
When I refused to be his dirty little secret, Axel used his power to utterly destroy my acting career.
He had my talent agency terminate my contract under a fake morals clause, publicly humiliated me on set, and blacklisted me across the entire industry.
I was shoved out into the freezing rain, left with a torn dress and absolutely no way to pay the five hundred thousand dollar medical bill.
He actually believed he could step on my brother's dying body to build his own fake empire.
He thought I was just a weak, pathetic victim who would eventually crawl back to him on my knees.
But he forgot about the one monster he was absolutely terrified of: his legitimate, ruthless billionaire half-brother, Jace Bauer.
Looking at the three positive pregnancy tests hidden in my drawer, I stepped right in front of Jace's armored Maybach.
"Marry me, and I'll give you the heir you need to secure your empire."
9.0
Eileen woke up in a trashed hotel room, her head pounding with the pathetic memories of a despised Hollywood actress.
Outside the window, paparazzi were already screaming about her manufactured cheating scandal, but the real nightmare was waiting at her door.
Her paralyzed, billionaire husband, Carlisle Vinson, looked at her with pure disgust while his butler shoved a divorce settlement at her chest.
"Mr. Vinson is offering a severance package of fifty million dollars, provided you sign immediately and vacate the premises."
The original owner had left her an absolute mess.
Her trusted assistant had sold her room number to the press to frame her, and a playboy had scammed her out of her entire two million dollar life savings.
If she signed those papers and lost the Vinson family's protection, the breach of contract fees and her enemies in the industry would swallow her alive in days.
Eileen felt a cold fury override the original owner's lingering panic.
Why should she take the fall and be thrown out on the streets while the parasites who set her up lived out their wealthy fantasies?
She had died once, and she wasn't about to waste her second chance playing the victim.
Eileen slammed the heavy divorce folder shut right against the butler's chest.
"I'm not signing," she said with a terrifying, absolute calm.
She stepped behind her husband's wheelchair, ready to shield him from the cameras, secretly cure his dead legs, and make everyone who betrayed her bleed.
8.5
I was supposed to marry Aaron, the future Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, and finally have my fairy tale.
But right before our Unity Celebration, I caught him buried between my stepsister's legs in our bridal suite.
When I refused to bind my soul to his at the altar and exposed his betrayal, my world completely shattered.
My own mother called me a crazy, wolfless bitch and disowned me on the spot for ruining a political alliance.
Aaron publicly humiliated me, screaming that as a wolfless Omega, I should have been on my knees thanking him for the chance to be his breeding mare.
Driven to absolute despair by the betrayal of everyone I trusted, I tried to jump off a freezing roof.
But a pair of strong arms pulled me back from the edge.
In the dark, a stranger consumed my grief, wrapping me in a terrifyingly dominant scent of cedar and leather, making me feel an intoxicating mate bond I thought I was incapable of having.
I thought it was just a desperate, one-night mistake to make me forget.
But the next morning, when I went to the Blackwood estate to return Aaron's gifts and leave as a Rogue, a suffocating aura filled the room.
The man who stepped between me and my furious ex-fiancé, the man whose marks were currently hidden beneath my clothes, stared at me with glowing golden eyes.
"Get your hands off her."
He was Kaelon Blackwood. The supreme Alpha King.
Aaron's father.
And he had just locked the door, declaring that I belonged to him.