Bound By Blood: His Unwanted Contract Bride
Four years ago, I was drugged on a luxury yacht and ended up pregnant with twins.
I raised them in secret, enduring my stepfamily's daily abuse, until the billionaire West family patriarch cornered us at the airport.
He instantly recognized my son's face—an exact replica of his ruthless grandson, Bernardo West.
My malicious stepmother and stepsister immediately leaked to the press that I was a delusional gold-digger using fake kids to trap a billionaire.
They wanted the West family to destroy me to save their own social standing.
Bernardo himself looked at me with pure disgust, demanding a DNA test.
"If you ever lie to me, I will take the children, and I will make you wish you were never born."
I didn't want his money. I was a victim of that night too, left with a crescent-shaped bite mark on my collarbone and zero memory of who set us up.
Why did someone drug us? And how could I protect my babies from a corporate predator who could crush me with a snap of his fingers?
But when the DNA test came back 99.9999% positive, I didn't cower.
I showed him the scar he left on me, looked the most dangerous man in the country right in the eye, and made my demand.
"If you want to claim your heirs, you have to marry me."
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Chapter 4
The black SUVs rolled down the driveway, leaving thick tire tracks in the gravel. The sound of the engines faded, replaced by the distant crash of the Pacific Ocean.
Inside the house, Britteny was screaming.
"You let her talk to him?!" she shrieked at the maid. "You let that trash near Thurston West?!"
Darleen didn't stay to listen. She walked out the back door, the cool morning air hitting her face. Her hands were shaking. She shoved them into her pockets and walked toward the edge of the garden, where the grass met the cliff.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.
Footsteps crunched on the gravel behind her. She turned her head. Jimmy Lynch was walking toward her, holding two steaming mugs of coffee.
He handed her one without a word. He leaned his back against the wooden railing, looking out at the ocean. His face was serious, the usual easygoing smile gone.
"Is it true?" Jimmy asked, his voice quiet but intense. "Are you really getting involved with Bernardo West?"
Darleen wrapped her hands around the warm mug. The heat bit into her palms, grounding her.
"I'm going to the island tomorrow," she said.
Jimmy moved so fast she barely saw it. He grabbed her shoulder, his fingers digging into her flesh through her thin jacket. He turned her to face him, his eyes wide with panic.
"Are you insane?" he hissed. "Bernardo West isn't a man, Darleen. He's a shark. He's a predator. He doesn't just beat his competitors, he destroys their families. He ruins lives."
"He ruined mine four years ago," Darleen said, her voice flat.
Jimmy shook his head, his grip tightening. "You don't get it. If he wants those kids, he will take them. He has the best lawyers in the country. He will bury you in court. You'll never see them again."
Darleen looked up at him. The fear in her eyes was gone, replaced by a fierce, unyielding determination.
"If he is their father," she said slowly, "do I have a choice? Do I just hand them over to him? Do I let him erase me from their lives?"
Jimmy stared at her, unable to answer.
"I have to marry him," Darleen said. "It's the only way I stay in the picture. It's the only way I keep my kids."
Jimmy let out a bitter laugh. "Bernardo West doesn't marry for kids. He doesn't marry for love. He doesn't marry at all."
"Then I'll make him," Darleen said, her jaw set. "Marriage is a contract. It's an exchange of assets. I have something he wants. I just have to make the price high enough."
Jimmy looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time. The quiet, broken girl he had known was gone. In her place stood a woman with edges like broken glass.
He sighed, letting go of her shoulder. "If he hurts you," Jimmy said softly, "I don't care how powerful he is. I will get you out. I promise."
Darleen felt a lump in her throat. She nodded. "Thank you, Jimmy. But I can handle it."
"You can't handle Meredith," Jimmy warned, glancing back at the house. "She's losing her mind in there. She won't let you rise up without a fight."
Darleen followed his gaze. Through the glass of the patio door, a shadow moved. Meredith Reynolds stood in the dim light, her face a mask of cold fury. Her hand was crushing a playing card, her knuckles white.
Meredith turned and walked away from the window.
"She can try," Darleen said.
Later that night, Darleen stood in the small bedroom, packing a single duffel bag. She didn't pack fancy clothes. She didn't pack makeup. She reached into the bottom drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a small, black flash drive.
She slipped it into the hidden pocket of her bag. It was her insurance policy.
A soft knock came at the door. Aria padded in, dragging her stuffed rabbit by the ear.
"Mommy," Aria mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "Will the stinky king be there tomorrow?"
Darleen scooped her up, burying her face in her daughter's hair. The little girl smelled like strawberries and sleep.
"Yes, baby," Darleen whispered. "You'll see him."
Julian appeared in the doorway. He was cleaning his glasses on his shirt, a habit he had when he was nervous.
"I don't like him," Julian said, his voice quiet. "He makes you smell like fear."
Darleen looked at her son. She put Aria down and walked over to Julian, kneeling in front of him.
"I won't let him hurt us," she said. "I promise."
Julian nodded, but his eyes remained cold.
Darleen's phone buzzed on the bed. She picked it up. A text from an unknown number. A flight itinerary. Private jet. Van Nuys airport. 6:00 AM.
She typed back a single word: Confirmed.
She opened her photo app. She scrolled past the pictures of the kids, past the screenshots of documents, until she found the one she was looking for.
It was a blurry photo of a boarding pass. The Leviathan. Four years ago.
She stared at the screen, her thumb tracing the name of the ship.
"It's time to pay up, Bernardo West," she said to the empty room.
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A good-for-nothing young lady, a crude village wench, a vicious devil...
Until one day--The world-famous life-saving medical sovereign is her.The enigmatic top forensic specialist is her.The grandmaster hacker hunted across the globe is also her.
One hidden identity of the young miss came to light after another.Shocked and dumbfounded, the crowd fell to their knees to beg for forgiveness.
In an instant, Evie was cornered by the mysterious powerhouse.Hartwell's voice lured and mesmerized:"Darling, you have countless secret identities. Would you mind taking on one more, being my wife!"
9.7
Clarissa rushed into a crowded nightclub for one simple reason: to save her wildly drunk best friend.
But her ruthless billionaire husband, Giovanny, was watching from the VIP room. After effortlessly ruining a man just for grabbing her wrist, Giovanny punished Clarissa for breaching their public image contract with an impossible curfew.
When she inevitably arrived back at his penthouse late, he didn't just yell. He forced her to her knees by his bathtub to wash his back, making her watch an explicit, humiliating video as punishment.
A sudden family medical emergency dragged them to his parents' estate. Still in her soaked, transparent dress and his misbuttoned shirt, Giovanny's mother caught them. She joyfully assumed they had been passionately intimate.
Instead of clearing her name, Giovanny pulled Clarissa close and lied to his mother's face.
"We are working very hard on the family's future, Mother."
He locked her in the guest suite, tossed a sheer silk nightgown on the bed, and literally shattered the tablet holding their "no-contact" prenuptial agreement. He then slapped a file against the window—he had secretly bought all her father's toxic debt.
Clarissa was terrified. They were supposed to be business allies bound by a strict contract. Why was he suddenly acting like a predator determined to own her body and soul?
"Give me an heir, or your father goes to federal prison," he whispered.
Stripped of all choices, Clarissa picked up the white silk. She would surrender tonight to save her family, but as his shadow swallowed her, she made a silent vow to survive this monster, and one day, tear his empire to the ground.
8.7
Brought back from a humble life in Montana, Nora found out she was the true biological heiress of the ultra-wealthy Beaumont family.
But her biological parents didn't love her; they loved the fake daughter, Olivia, much more.
The moment she arrived, her father pushed an engagement termination agreement across his massive desk, forcing her to give up her wealthy fiancé so Olivia could have him.
Her mother looked at her with pure disdain.
"You should know your place. Don't reach for things that were never meant for you."
To break her spirit, they moved her into a cramped, dusty servant's room. They even ordered the butler to feed her cold kitchen scraps and gristle.
They wanted to humiliate her, to make her feel like a piece of trash rather than a daughter.
They expected her to cry, to beg, and to be absolutely crushed by the realization that her own flesh and blood saw her only as a liability to their reputation.
They thought the country girl would easily fold under their united front of cruelty.
But Nora felt no sting of betrayal, only the calculating clarity of a chess player.
She calmly signed the paper, pulled out the Beaumont family trust rules, and looked them dead in the eye.
"Since I am the legal heir, I demand what belongs to me. I'm taking the master bedroom."
7.9
Justice was dragged back from the slums by her biological father, only to be sold off to the billionaire Aguirre family. Her purpose was simple: marry their comatose heir to secure a three-hundred-million-dollar lifeline for his company.
Her stepmother and stepsister sneered at her cheap canvas shoes, treating her like a contagious disease.
"A high school dropout from the slums marrying a billionaire? It's a miracle your trashy bloodline is getting anywhere near the estate," her stepsister Emery mocked.
At the sprawling estate, the "comatose" heir, Auguste, was secretly conscious. Disgusted by his new bride, he orchestrated her enrollment at an elite prep school, hoping the ruthless rich kids would break her. On her very first day, Emery ambushed her, loudly broadcasting Justice's "dropout" status to the entire classroom and turning her into an instant social pariah. The teachers tried to humiliate her with impossible calculus, and the students treated her like garbage.
They all thought she was just a pathetic, uneducated pawn they could easily crush and discard. They had no idea that her "dropout" file was a manufactured ghost, or that the Aguirre family's top intelligence network had just hit a military-grade firewall trying to look into her past.
Justice didn't panic. She flawlessly solved the university-level equation on the board, then walked into the cafeteria and looked right at Emery.
"She has no Barnes blood. She is a squatter living in my father's house."
With three casual sentences, Justice completely incinerated her stepsister's elite life. The billionaire heir wanted to play games? She was about to show them all what a real monster looked like.
8.7
I woke up from a coma in the hospital, universally condemned as the vicious daughter who pushed the beloved fake heiress, Georgina, down the stairs.
My ruthless billionaire brother, Angelo, stood over my bed with cold eyes, ready to destroy me for hurting his precious sister.
But as I looked at him, a terrifying prophecy from my coma flooded my brain. Our entire family was doomed.
In the original timeline, Georgina would team up with corporate rivals to bankrupt the company, frame Angelo, and send him to federal prison, while our parents would abandon me to die miserably.
Lying there, I didn't dare speak. I just desperately cursed my idiot brother in my head.
"This stupid brother is still yelling at me for that fake heiress. He doesn't even know he's going to be framed and sent to prison next month!"
I just wanted to stay quiet, let them ruin themselves, and run away from this toxic family.
But strangely, Angelo didn't strangle me. Instead, his attitude took a shocking turn.
He abruptly fired the driver plotting to kill him, destroyed the abusive fiancé of a family ally, and publicly humiliated Georgina at a high-society gala.
He even shielded me from our abusive parents, declaring to the world that I was the only sister he would ever protect.
I was completely terrified and confused. Why was the tyrant brother suddenly acting like a protective beast?
It wasn't until he flawlessly crushed a massive corporate attack using the exact financial secrets I had just complained about in my mind that a horrifying realization hit me.
He could hear my inner thoughts!
9.3
Ginny was chained to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, bleeding and betrayed by the two people she trusted most.
Her fiancé, Brant, and her adopted sister, Coretta, had just slashed her face open. Brant coldly admitted she was nothing but a disposable key to a vault, right before he tossed a lighter onto the gasoline-soaked floor.
As Ginny burned alive in the roaring inferno, the heavy iron doors were violently smashed open. Bedford Parks—the notoriously ruthless, germaphobic "monster" of Silicon Valley whom Ginny had always feared—charged straight into the flames. Ignoring the blistering heat, he shielded her charred body with his own. A massive steel beam collapsed, snapping his spine.
"I love you."
He coughed up blood, whispering his final words against her blackened skin before dying to protect her.
Hovering as a ghost, Ginny's soul screamed in agonizing realization. She had spent her life terrified of Bedford, yet he was the only one who truly loved her, while her supposed family laughed at her gruesome murder.
Suddenly, a blinding white light swallowed the warehouse.
Ginny gasped for air, opening her eyes to find herself sitting in the back of a luxury Maybach. She was eighteen again, wearing the humiliating clown makeup Coretta had tricked her into wearing on the day she was brought back to the wealthy Steele estate.
Ginny stared at her reflection, her dark eyes turning cold and sharp.
This time, she would tear her betrayers apart piece by piece, and she would protect her "monster."