Bound By The Ruthless Tycoon's Contract

For three years, Blair Guzman poured her resources into turning a broke waiter into an Oscar-winning actor, letting the world believe they were a couple just to keep him under her control. But the night he won his Oscar, he publicly betrayed her by kissing Kiana—Blair’s estranged, rival sister. Kiana and her mother brought the scandal right to the Glover family dinner table, trying to humiliate Blair. "You're just mad because he dumped you for me," Kiana sneered in front of the entire family. Instead of crying, Blair ruthlessly dismantled them, exposing how their cheap tabloid stunt tanked the family's corporate value. Impressed by her cold logic, the family matriarch handed Blair the ultimate voting power, but it was a trap. The matriarch immediately used Blair's elevated status to force her into an arranged marriage with a notorious, debt-ridden playboy just to secure a European shipping lane. To her family, she was never a daughter—she was just a premium asset to be traded to the highest bidder. What her greedy family didn't know was that Blair had already made a terrifying deal. She was secretly married to the ruthless billionaire Butler McIntyre—a man who demanded absolute possession of her body and soul. Now, her family's arranged parasite and her secret devil of a husband were on a collision course, and the wreckage was going to be spectacular.

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Chapter 7

The black Rolls Royce Ghost glided down the private, tree-lined road leading to the Glover estate. The hedges were perfectly manicured, the gravel driveway raked into flawless lines. It was a picture of old money and absolute control.

Inside the car, the air was thick with tension. Tristan sat beside Blair, watching her profile. She looked immaculate-her hair pulled back, her makeup flawless, her black dress a statement of power. But he knew the armor was heavy.

"Are you really not going to fight back?" Tristan asked, unable to keep the frustration out of his voice. "Not even a little?"

Blair kept her eyes forward. "Fight what? The fact that I was born a Glover?"

She turned to look at him, her expression unreadable. "To me, this is no different from signing a corporate merger. Who the man is, what he looks like, whether he loves me-those are irrelevant variables."

"What matters," she continued, her voice dropping into a cold, analytical rhythm, "is the leverage this arrangement gives me. The time it buys me. The resources it secures for Stellosphere Quadrant."

Tristan closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the leather headrest. "You can't reduce your whole life to a business transaction, Blair. You're not a product."

"From the day they handed me to Aunt Joella, I was a product," Blair said, her tone flat, devoid of self-pity. "If I'm going to be sold, I might as well be the one setting the price."

She looked out the window, her mind racing ahead. "If the suitor is powerful enough, I can use the family’s greed for this alliance to sever Hughie and Georgiana's hold on me permanently. Let them think they’re still in control of my hand, while I use their distraction to dismantle them. If he's weak, I'll marginalize him and take the power myself."

There was no romance in her words. No hope for a fairy tale. Just cold, hard strategy.

Tristan looked at her, seeing the lonely, battered girl hiding behind the CEO's mask. The family had broken something inside her, and she had rebuilt it with ice and steel.

He wanted to comfort her, but words of warmth bounced right off her frozen exterior.

This is all a smoke screen, Tristan, Blair thought. You don't know that I've already made the biggest trade of my life. I traded my freedom for the power to fight back.

She thought of Butler McIntyre. The way he invaded her space, the way he controlled her every move. The prenup they had signed was a pact with the devil. He gave her unlimited capital and protection; in return, she belonged to him, body and soul.

It was a terrifying bargain, but it had been her only way out.

The car slowed, passing through the towering wrought-iron gates of the estate. The massive, colonial-style mansion loomed ahead, its windows glowing with warm, deceptive light.

Blair took a deep breath, holding it for a count of three. As she exhaled, she smoothed her dress and adjusted her expression. Every crack, every ounce of vulnerability, vanished behind a wall of perfect composure.

When the driver opened the door, she stepped out onto the gravel, her heels clicking sharply. She was Blair Guzman, the ice queen.

She gave Tristan a reassuring smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Don't worry. I never take a loss."

Tristan nodded, his jaw tight. He stepped out after her, reaching over to straighten the collar of her coat-a gesture of a brother sending his sister into battle.

"I'm right here," he murmured.

Blair nodded once and turned toward the house. Standing at the top of the stone steps were two figures. Georgiana Glover, with her perfectly styled hair and diamond earrings, and Kiana, still riding the high of her public victory.

Kiana's smile vanished the second she saw Blair, replaced by a naked, venomous hostility.

Georgiana raked her eyes up and down Blair's frame, her lips pursed in distaste, like a buyer inspecting a piece of meat that had passed its expiration date.

Blair didn't flinch. She straightened her spine, lifted her chin, and walked up the steps, meeting their stares head-on. The air crackled with unspoken threats.

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