Bought By The Cold Billionaire Husband
I sold myself into a loveless marriage for $500,000 just to afford my little niece's life-saving surgery.
But my new husband, Kash, despised me, completely convinced I was a shameless gold-digger after his assets.
At 2:00 AM, he called to demand I fulfill my end of our twisted bargain: giving him an heir.
He forced me to sign a supplementary agreement surrendering all custody rights before I was even pregnant, treating me like a rented womb he bought at auction.
When my niece's condition suddenly worsened and I desperately begged him for a $50,000 advance, he hurled a black credit card directly at my face, leaving a stinging red welt.
"Take the money and get out," he sneered, his eyes filled with absolute disgust.
He immediately set up real-time transaction alerts to track my every purchase, waiting to catch me on a selfish shopping spree.
He thought I was a parasite, completely unaware that every single penny went straight to the pediatric intensive care unit.
Even my abusive former guardians cornered me at the fertility clinic, loudly mocking me for selling my body while my niece was dying.
I endured the degrading contracts, the cold IVF appointments, and Kash's relentless contempt, suffocating under the weight of his cruel assumptions.
Why did he have to strip away my dignity when he already owned my life on paper?
But as I clutched the hospital receipt that finally secured my niece's surgery, the fear inside me died.
With a new career starting tomorrow and a high-powered lawyer suddenly stepping in to audit my stolen inheritance, I was done playing the helpless victim.
I was going to show my arrogant husband exactly what happens when you push a desperate woman too far.
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Chapter 6
When Davina walked into the apartment, the smell of garlic and onions hit her.
Elana was at the stove, stirring a pot of pasta sauce. She looked up, a tired smile on her face. "Hey, you. Long day?"
Davina dropped her keys on the counter, avoiding her sister's eyes. "Yeah. I had a job interview."
"Really?" Elana's face lit up. "Where?"
"A marketing firm downtown." The lie slipped easily from her lips. She couldn't tell Elana the truth. Not about the marriage. Not about the money. Not about the cut on her cheek. "I don't know if I got it yet."
Elana walked over, wrapping her arms around Davina. "You'll get it. You're the smartest person I know."
Davina hugged her back, guilt gnawing at her stomach. "How are you feeling?"
"Fat," Elana laughed, stepping back and rubbing her swollen belly. "The baby is doing gymnastics."
They sat down at the small kitchen table to eat. The pasta was simple, but it tasted like home. Halfway through the meal, Elana dropped her fork, her face paling.
"What's wrong?" Davina asked, reaching for her sister's hand. "Is it the baby?"
"No, no," Elana said, shaking her head. "Just... anxious. About Daisy. The surgery is so expensive. I don't know how we're going to pay for it."
Davina squeezed her hand tight. "It's taken care of."
Elana looked up, her eyes wide. "What do you mean?"
"I got an advance from the company," Davina said, the words tasting like ash. "And the Blackwell Foundation is helping out."
"The Blackwell Foundation?" Elana's brow furrowed. "How did you get them to help?"
"I pulled some strings," Davina said vaguely. "Don't worry about it."
Elana wiped a tear from her eye. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Davina."
"Just eat your dinner," Davina said softly. "And don't worry about the money."
The next morning, Davina drove Elana to the hospital for her prenatal checkup. The waiting room was crowded, filled with expectant mothers and nervous fathers.
In the ultrasound room, the technician spread cold gel on Elana's belly. The whooshing sound of the baby's heartbeat filled the room, strong and steady.
"There it is," the technician said, pointing to the screen. "Perfect heartbeat."
Elana smiled, her face radiant. "It sounds like a drum."
Davina stared at the screen, at the tiny, curled-up form. A new life. A baby that was wanted and loved.
Her hand drifted to her own flat stomach. In a few weeks, she might be carrying a child too. A child that was contracted for, bargained for. A child she would have to give away.
The thought made her feel sick.
After the appointment, Elana went to the restroom, leaving Davina alone in the hallway. Davina watched a couple walk by. The man had his arm around the woman's waist, guiding her protectively. They were laughing, happy.
A sharp pain pierced her chest. She would never have that. Not with Kash. With Kash, there was only cold transactions and bitter words.
Elana came out of the restroom, adjusting her shirt. "Hey, guess what?"
"What?"
"I got a phone call yesterday," Elana said, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "From the Blackwell Foundation. From a senior manager."
Davina's head snapped up. "The Blackwell Foundation called you?"
"Yes! The manager had such a sexy voice," Elana giggled, then looked embarrassed. "I mean, he sounded very professional. He said it was a special request from the CEO's office. He wanted to know how Daisy was doing. He was so kind."
Davina frowned. The CEO of a massive corporation wouldn't just have a random patient's mother called by a senior manager as a personal favor. Kash must have really begged him to make that call.
The thought of Kash swallowing his pride to ask his boss for a favor made her feel a strange mix of gratitude and resentment. He was a jerk, but he had come through for Daisy.
But then she remembered the text message. Spend it wisely, gold-digger.
The gratitude evaporated. He wasn't doing this out of kindness. He was doing it to keep her compliant. To keep his investment safe.
"I need to get my own money," Davina said, her voice hard. "I can't depend on anyone else."
"Well, you might not have to wait long," Elana said, pointing at Davina's phone. "Your phone is buzzing."
Davina checked her messages. It was from Gavin Finch, the creative director at the digital marketing agency.
You got the job. Start tomorrow. 9 AM sharp.
A genuine smile spread across Davina's face. It was a small victory, but it was hers. It was the first step to freedom.
She took Elana's hand, and they walked out of the hospital into the bright afternoon sun. The city was loud and dirty and overwhelming, but for the first time in weeks, Davina felt a spark of hope.
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7.3
I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself.
I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place.
I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again.
I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked.
I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay.
And now I'm his.
7.3
Eloise was the untouchable Brandt family heiress, just one audition away from landing a lead movie role and escaping her golden cage.
But overnight, her family's empire completely collapsed.
With her father dying of heart failure, her mother forced her to beg the only man who could save them: Christian Clarke.
Christian was the ruthless billionaire who had publicly humiliated Eloise in college, ripping up her love letter in front of a laughing crowd.
Now, he tossed a fifty-million-dollar acquisition contract on the table.
"What exactly is the Brandt heiress putting up for sale today?"
To secure her father's medical care, Eloise was forced to sign a suffocating marriage contract, selling herself as a corporate tax shield.
He moved her into his freezing penthouse and treated her like a purchased asset. He mocked her attempts to cook him dinner, yet pinned her against the wall with punishing, possessive kisses whenever she tried to pull away.
Eloise's pride was entirely shattered.
She didn't understand why he was doing this. If he hated her so much and only wanted revenge, why did his touch carry such an agonizing, desperate heat?
Determined to survive, she went to her final audition and miraculously won the lead role, crying tears of joy because she had finally earned something on her own.
She had no idea that the cold-blooded monster sleeping beside her had just secretly threatened to destroy all of Hollywood to give it to her.
7.2
Five years ago, I, Claire Parker, ran away for love with Daniel Carter, the broke boy everyone looked down on. But on the very day we were supposed to leave together, he abandoned me.
Overnight, I became the laughingstock of the entire city and was forced into a marriage alliance with a terminally ill man, Ryan Cooper.
Five years later, my husband died, the marriage arrangement fell apart, and the Cooper family threw me out without a shred of mercy.
Meanwhile, Daniel, the man everyone once sneered at, returned home in glory and became the hottest rising name in the business world.
And somehow, he ended up becoming my boss.
I wanted nothing to do with him, yet he kept closing in on me, cornering me with sarcasm sharp enough to draw blood.
Then one day, Daniel caught me on a date with another man.
His eyes reddened instantly as he pinned me against the wall. "Claire... are you abandoning me again?"
9.8
Adeline's stepmother had secretly drugged her for years, turning a child genius into a drooling, mentally disabled laughingstock just so her stepsister could steal her life.
But when her greedy father sold her off to Griffin Herring—a violent, untouchable billionaire psychopath—to save his company, things took a deadly turn.
Before the wedding, Griffin attacked her in a dark alley, nearly snapping her neck before stealing her grandfather's silver necklace.
That necklace held a micro-drive with her family's deepest secrets, and without it, she had nothing.
Back at the estate, her situation only worsened. Her stepsister Damaris paraded around in the Herring family's diamond engagement gifts, trying to force-feed Adeline wet dog food on an Instagram live stream.
When Adeline's calculated "clumsiness" ruined the video, her furious father locked her in a damp, rusted basement.
"Give her to the psycho," her stepmother hissed through the door. "Let him lock her away forever."
Listening from the shadows, Adeline's fists clenched until her palms bled.
Her supposed mental fog wasn't a tragedy—it was a calculated assassination of her mind. They had destroyed her childhood and were now throwing her to a monster just to keep the billions.
The dull, empty look in Adeline's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a razor-sharp, chilling clarity.
She pulled a thin surgical needle from her messy bun and picked the heavy iron padlock in ten seconds. It was time to break into the billionaire's penthouse, take back her necklace, and tear them all apart.
8.2
Justine abandoned her career as a top trauma surgeon to marry Congressman Carl McConnell. She did it to fulfill her dying sister's last wish: to protect her son, Leo, from this ruthless political family.
But the seven-year-old boy she swore to protect shoved her into a freezing koi pond, then cried to his father that Justine tried to drown him.
Carl didn't even check the security cameras. He hugged his precious heir and looked at his freezing wife with pure disgust.
"Are you out of your mind? Trying to hurt the heir to the McConnell family!"
He locked Justine in a 55-degree wine cellar while she was burning with a 102-degree fever. When she finally told him the truth, Carl flew into a rage and hurled a heavy brass-cornered book at her face, slicing her cheekbone wide open.
His mother even ordered the staff to starve her for seven days to reflect on her sins.
Justine stood in the dark, blood dripping down her face, her heart completely dead. She had sacrificed her brilliant future and her pride for this family, only to be tortured and discarded like garbage. How could they be so utterly devoid of humanity?
She pulled out her old medical kit and stitched up her own face.
Then, she signed the legal documents to permanently relinquish her stepparent rights, threw them at the housekeeper, and calmly looked at her abusive husband.
"I am divorcing you, Carl."
8.2
Trapped in a deadly fire at my own engagement party, my lungs burned as I reached a shaking hand out to my fiancé for help.
He stopped and looked right at me through the thick smoke. But instead of saving me, he wrapped his jacket tightly around my stepsister and ran, leaving me to burn.
I barely survived. But when I woke up in the hospital, my father and stepmother didn't even ask about my injuries.
They threw a stack of legal documents right onto my bed.
"Sign the papers, Avah. Step aside. Jaclyn is far better suited to be Kain's wife."
My fiancé then stormed into the room, publicly humiliating me with false rumors of an illegitimate child and threatening to bankrupt my company.
Four years of swallowing my pride to be the perfect, obedient pawn for our family business, all for nothing.
They threw me to the wolves without a single second of hesitation, expecting me to just lower my head and cry like I always did.
But the fire had burned that pathetic version of me away.
I ripped out my IV, letting the blood drip onto the sheets, and tore their contracts straight down the middle.
"The engagement is over."
I threw my million-dollar ring right at my ex's chest, then picked up the phone to call my trust lawyer. They wanted to take everything from me, so I was going to make them bleed.