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The Billionaire's Contract Bride: Love Triangle

Vera thought her life was over the moment she caught her fiancee cheating with his ex. Broken and filled with pain, she is approached by a billionaire who presents a simple contract to her. Let's get married. Sylas Gold is the man admired by the entire world. He is untouchable, powerful and incredibly controlled. Their marriage was supposed to be a contract. A performance. It was a way for both of them to win. When Vera is kidnapped by a man who looks at her like she's already his, she learns the truth Sylas never told her, about his mafia empire, the blood, and the brother who was supposed to be gone. Cassian Gold is the man who wants everything his brother has, including Vera. Now caught between two brothers bound by hatred, power, and obsession, Vera must decide who to trust in a world where love is dangerous, loyalty is fragile, and desire might just be her downfall.
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Chapter 6

I stopped walking the moment I entered the restaurant. For a brief moment, I debated turning around and immediately walking out.

The place was... intimidating. It was huge, had glowing crystal chandeliers, and the marble floors were so polished, it looked like glass.

The air of the restaurant smelled faintly of spices and perfume, and every single table was occupied with people who looked as though they belonged here.

I, on the other hand, felt like an impostor and an intruder.

I let out a sigh, and began walking forward, since I was already here, I had no choice but to at least see this through. My heels clicked too loudly as I walked forward.

This was a mistake. I knew it, but mom was persistent and, since she claims it was just dinner, I had no choice but to go through with it.

"Right, just dinner." I muttered under my breath as I shook my head, and scanned the room, searching for my date. I had no idea what he looked like, all I had was a name and the fact that he was very, very successful.

A server smiled politely as he walked past. I forced a return smile, but my stomach was already twisting.

That was when I spotted him.

He was seated near the far windows, his right arm was draped casually over the back of his chair, and his posture was relaxed in a way that screamed effortless. He wore a tailored grey suit and had a glass of whiskey resting loosely in his hand.

And his eyes – they were already on me.

The world seemed to tilt around me as I stared blankly at him.

No, this wasn't possible.

My date couldn't be him.

My steps slowed, and my heart began to pound faster as recognition settled within me.

Sylas Gold,

The same Sylas who used to walk me home after night class and made terrible jokes back in college. The same Sylas who was my very first love.

He had been my first in everything, and he had also been my first heartbreak.

This was the same Sylas who had disappeared from my life shortly after breaking up with me.

He rose to his feet the moment I met his gaze, and when he smiled,

Lord, I forgot how to breathe.

"Vera," he whispered, his voice both warm and smooth, as it carried across the entire restaurant,

I stopped just a few feet away from him, still stunned, "Sylas?"

He laughed softly, and it was a sound that sent shivers running down my spine, "You look pale," he said, a note of concern flashing through his face,

"I - " I swallowed and looked down, "You are just the last person I had expected to see,"

"I get that a lot," he said with a warm smile, "But damm, is it good to see you, it's been ages, hasn't it?"

Heat rushed to my cheeks as I glanced away. I hated that my body still remembered him and his touch so vividly.

He gestured towards the chair right in front of him, "Please sit,"

I huffed out a breath, and with slightly trembling legs, I smoothed my dress and sat down, "So," I carefully said, "You are my date?"

Sylas smirked, "It does appear so,"

I shook my head, still stunned, "How?" I gasped, "My mom set me up with you?"

"She did," he nodded, "And before you ask – yes, she knew exactly who I was and what our relationship was back then."

Of course, she did. I had told mom about him, but that was ages ago, and I thought she had forgotten.

Silence settled between us, it was thick and filled with so many unanswered questions.

Sylas openly studied me, "You look great, Vera," he said quietly, "You always did, of course, but you've changed."

"So have you," I replied before I could stop myself,

His lips curled upwards, "Hopefully for the better?"

I hesitated, then nodded, my heart did a little flip as his smile widened.

Finally, I let out a sigh and asked what had been on my lips since I spotted him, "Why now?" I asked, "Why after all these years?"

His expression shifted, it was just slightly, but it was intense and noticeable enough that I immediately grew tense.

"I never stopped thinking about you," he answered, "College ended, and I had to leave early in order to take over my father's company. And by the time I had the freedom to look back –" he shrugged, "You were already gone,"

I swallowed and met his gaze, "You could have reached out,"

"I should have," he nodded, "And honestly, that's on me."

The honesty in his tone completely disarmed me, and I let out a sigh.

"Maybe this really could work." I thought as I watched him call for the waiter,

The waiter took our orders and Sylas leaned back on his chair and studied me with an intensity that made my pulse race faster.

"You know," he said, "I didn't agree to this date just because your mother was persistent."

I raised a brow, "Then, why?"

"I did it," he paused, and looked into my eyes, "Because I need a wife."

The words landed hard, like a punch to my chest.

"I'm sorry-what?"

He didn't flinch, "It would be a contractual marriage. Mutually beneficial with no illusions."

I stared at him as though he had just grown an extra head, because honestly, that would have made more sense. "You can't be serious,"

"I am," he answered, "My company's board is pushing for stability, and they believe that a wife would make the company seem more stable. I do not have time for emotional entanglements or political scandals."

"You think I'm going to agree to this?" I asked, still incredulous,

His gaze softened, "I hope so," he answered, "You are the only person I trust enough to ask,"

I laughed, it was sharp and disbelieving, "You think I'll just sign my life away?"

"No," he said quietly, "I think you'd consider it, because you are practical, and you know this could change everything for you."

Silence stretched between us, I was still too shocked to even move.

He leaned forward and lowered his voice, "It wouldn't be a real marriage anyway," he said, "There would be boundaries, and we would both have our separate lives. The only thing I would need are public appearances. And when the contract ends, we both cleanly walk away – no strings attached."

"And what do I get out of this?" I asked,

"Security and freedom," he answered as a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "Also, you will get a chance to never be powerless again in your life."

The words settled deep in my heart.

I thought of the fact that I now lived in my parent's home, the fact that I had probably lost my job after not showing up to work for days. Then, I thought about the way my life has always felt like I was being led along instead of living the life I should.

This was an actual chance to have a change in the monotony of my life.

The waiter returned with our food but neither of us touched our plates. I stared at Sylas and realized that this was insane.

Yet -

I took a deep breath, and nodded,

"Alright," I said quietly, "Let's get married."

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