Divine Contract: Marrying My Phantom Prince
Clara was drowning in student debt and barely making rent when she downloaded a fantasy mobile game to escape reality.
Inside the game, an exiled prince named Alex was freezing to death. Pitying him, she spent her last few dollars on microtransactions to fix his shelter and cure his poison.
But the game was far too real.
Every time she paid, the prince reacted. When she complained aloud about going broke, the in-game army suddenly halted, as if the prince had heard her voice.
Then, the terrifying real-world consequences hit.
Clara woke up to find her water glass and a box of Kleenex had vanished from her locked bedroom overnight.
She frantically searched the tiny apartment, her heart pounding in her chest.
She thought she was losing her mind. Had she thrown them out in her sleep? Was there a stalker hiding in her home?
How could physical objects just disappear into thin air behind a deadbolted door?
Until she looked at her nightstand.
Sitting exactly where her missing items used to be was a glowing, weightless crystal cup that defied all logic.
And on her laptop screen, the exiled prince was carefully holding her Kleenex box, offering a mountain of real gold on an altar.
She hadn't just downloaded a mobile game; she had opened a cross-dimensional trade route with a desperate future king.
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Chapter 5
"Halt!" Alex roared, raising his fist.
The column ground to a messy halt. Horses neighed in protest, and soldiers bumped into each other, confusion rippling through the ranks.
Gage Stone, the brash captain of the guard, spurred his horse forward. His face was red from the cold and the wind. "Your Highness, why are we stopping? The storm is getting worse! We need to clear this pass before nightfall!"
Alex ignored him. He turned his sharp gaze on Silas. "You said this pass is prone to rockfalls. How prone?"
Silas glanced at the towering cliffs on either side of them. "Very, Your Highness. The scouts saw fresh scree on the path ahead."
Alex's mind was racing. The voice had said she was going broke. While he didn't grasp the word's full meaning, the tone was a clear signal of cost, of sacrifice. It was a warning. A reluctant, annoyed warning—but a warning nonetheless.
He had to stop the column. But he couldn't tell them the truth. He couldn't say, 'The voice in my head told me to stop.'
He dismounted, his boots crunching on the frozen gravel. He walked over to the cliff face, running his gloved hand over the rock. It was loose. Crumbling.
He gripped a chunk of stone and pulled. It came away in his hand, tumbling to the ground with a dull thud.
"The rock is unstable," Alex announced, turning back to face his men. His voice carried over the wind, leaving no room for argument. "I can feel it. There is a risk of a landslide. We're not moving forward until we know more."
Gage scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. "Your Highness, we've crossed worse terrain than this. A little loose gravel shouldn't—"
"Are you questioning my order, Gage?" Alex's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. He stepped closer to the captain, his blue eyes locking onto Gage's brown ones. "Do you want to be responsible when the mountain falls on our heads?"
Gage swallowed hard. The look in the prince's eyes was terrifying. It was the look of a man who had already seen the future. "No, Your Highness."
"Then shut up and follow orders," Alex said. He turned to two of his fastest scouts. "You two. Ride ahead. Go five miles into the pass. Check the stability of the cliffs. Report back immediately."
The scouts saluted and spurred their horses, disappearing into the swirling snow.
The men waited. The wind howled. The tension was thick enough to choke on.
Alex stood like a statue, his eyes fixed on the pass. He was gambling everything on a voice that complained about its finances. If the scouts came back and said the path was clear, he would look like a coward. His authority would be shattered.
But if they came back and said the mountain was ready to fall...
Clara watched the little scout icons separate from the main group on her screen. A progress bar popped up.
[Your followers have dispatched scouts to check the road ahead. Warning system active. Estimated time until potential collapse: 2 hours.]
"Two hours?" Clara yawned. "Perfect. Nap time."
She saved the game and closed the laptop. She needed a shower, and she had a book on medieval succession crises that wasn't going to read itself.
She grabbed the book and curled up in her favorite armchair, losing herself in tales of poisoned wine and backstabbing lords. It reminded her of Alex's situation. The exiled prince, betrayed by his family.
She smiled to herself. She was getting way too invested in a video game. But she couldn't help it. There was something about him. He looked so sad, so determined.
When my first paycheck from the gift shop comes in next week, she thought, I'm going to buy him the best armor in the store. He deserves it.
Miles away, in a universe of ice and stone, Alex stood in the freezing wind, waiting for his world to change. He didn't move. He barely breathed.
He was waiting for the truth.
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9.2
She loved him until she lost herself.
Now, behind locked doors and shattered glass, she must learn to breathe again.
When she first met Lloyd, he was magnetic and intoxicating. The kind of man who turned every head when he entered a room, who spoke in promises sweet enough to taste. With him, she felt chosen, cherished, and safe.
But safety was an illusion, and love became a weapon.
And slowly, piece by piece, he dismantled her until nothing of the woman she once was remained.
Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again.
Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises.
Haunting, raw, and achingly intimate, Boys like him peels back the glittering mask of a toxic love affair to reveal the kind of darkness that hides in plain sight, and the unbreakable strength it takes to escape it.
7.6
Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family.
But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER—her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party.
When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime.
Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student.
Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility.
"We are ensuring her privacy."
Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch.
His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence.
Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage.
How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money?
She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up.
Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow.
"I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her."
She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."
7.4
Clara Davis was trained to seduce, deceive, and destroy.
Her mission is simple: infiltrate billionaire Jeffery Rothwell's life, gain his trust, and help seize his empire in exchange for the freedom she has always craved.
But the deeper she slips into his dangerous world, the more the lines between mission and desire begin to blur. Falling for him was never part of the plan and neither was discovering that the man she was sent to manipulate may not be the real Jeffery at all.
Now trapped in a deadly web of obsession, power, and hidden identities. Clara is caught between the organization that owns her, the monster who remade her, and a love that has turned into vengeance. Clara must survive a man who sees everything, controls everything, and may be far more dangerous than the organization that created her.
Because in this game of seduction and revenge, love might be the deadliest trap of all.
7.8
The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother's pregnant mistress's feet, I knew my marriage was over.
He moved her into our home under the guise of "family duty," forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows.
The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother's priceless necklace.
When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her.
He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don-an act of war.
I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother's grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family.
Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began.
8.3
Imogen Montgomery was the perfect billionaire heiress, deeply in love and ready to marry her fiancé, Clark Ellis.
That all ended the night her cousin Kathleen ripped the sapphire pendant from her neck and pushed her into a pool of toxic chemicals to die.
Two years later, Imogen's eyes snapped open. But she didn't wake up in a hospital. She woke up tied to a stained mattress, trapped in the battered body of Briana, a teenage girl from the slums who had just been sold to a local trafficker.
After violently fighting her way out of a cheap motel, she discovered the horrifying truth. Kathleen had taken over the Montgomery Group. She had locked Imogen's grieving parents away in a psychiatric facility as prisoners.
And worst of all, Kathleen was now flaunting her stolen wealth online, preparing to marry Clark.
A wave of pure, white-hot rage boiled in her blood. Kathleen had murdered her, stolen her family, and was playing the perfect grieving cousin. How was she supposed to fight back? She was just a runaway nobody now. If she tried to expose the truth, Kathleen's security would shoot her dead in the street.
She needed a weapon. She needed a shield. She needed the one man Kathleen feared.
Covered in mud and blood, Briana intercepted Clark's car in the freezing rain. She was going to infiltrate his home as his vulgar, unhinged fake mistress, and she would drag Kathleen straight down to hell.
8.5
I am the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, bound to Alpha Ryker in a marriage meant to secure a powerful alliance.
But my world shattered the day I caught him in my garden, intimately holding a new she-wolf. He was using the vast wealth of my dowry to fund his strength, only to spend it on his mistress.
When I cut off his resources and handed him the Rite of Rejection, he tore the papers to shreds and trapped me in a dead marriage. He isolated me, turned the entire pack against me, and publicly paraded his mistress as the true Luna. He even weaponized my most trusted maid, Annie, using her sick child as leverage to make her spy on me and steal my mother’s heirloom for his new lover.
Years ago, I took a silver blade meant for him, a sacrifice that left me barren. Yet he forgot my blood, humiliating me for a fertile replacement and destroying my loyal friends just to force me into submission. How could the mate I sacrificed everything for become this cruel, calculating monster?
Looking at my weeping, traitorous maid and my furious husband, the last embers of my love turned to ice.
"She is exiled, and your mistress will be confined."
I declared it calmly, using my absolute authority to strip away his control. He thought he could cage me until I broke, but he didn't realize he had just started a civil war that would tear his reign apart.