Trapped In His Cruel Six Year Contract

Essie sold herself to ruthless billionaire Kieran Cortez on a six-year contract just to pay for her paralyzed brother's staggering medical bills. But the morning Kieran’s face was plastered on the front page announcing his engagement to a wealthy heiress, he violently refused to let Essie go. When she quietly asked if their contract was over, he trapped her against the marble counter. "You don't have the right to call this off. It would be a shame if Charles lost his spot in the medical trial." Trapped, Essie endured his brutal, punishing kisses in hidden corners, terrified of being discovered by his new fiancée, who worked as a doctor at her hospital. But the ultimate betrayal came from home. When her brother saw the dark, violent bruises Kieran had deliberately left on her neck, he didn't care about her sacrifices. He threw scalding coffee on her burned hand. "You disgusting whore! I would rather die than use the dirty money you make spreading your legs!" Even Kieran's fiancée investigated her finances, cornering her to smugly warn her to know her place as a lowly sugar baby. Essie had sacrificed her dignity, her body, and her soul to keep her brother alive, only to be treated like disposable trash by the man who owned her and despised by the family she saved. Why did her endless sacrifices only buy her a suffocating, inescapable hell? Staring at the phone screen flashing with Kieran’s demand to be at his penthouse by eight, a dead calmness finally washed over her. She held down the power button until the screen went black. Even if his wrath destroyed her tomorrow, tonight, she was taking her life back.

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The silence in the private dining room was suffocating. Essie's hands shook as she reached into the pocket of her faded sweater and pulled out her phone.

The screen lit up with a text from an unsaved number: Restroom. Now.

Essie felt a fresh wave of cold sweat soak through her sweater, sticking the cheap fabric to her spine. She knew exactly what Kieran would do if she dared to ignore him.

She stood up so fast her chair wobbled. "My stomach is killing me. I need to use the restroom," she lied to her coworkers, not meeting their eyes.

Ignoring their weird looks, Essie pushed open the heavy oak door and practically sprinted into the dimly lit hallway.

The thick carpet absorbed the sound of her footsteps. The wall sconces cast long, creepy shadows across the corridor.

Essie pushed open the heavy wooden door to the women's restroom. It was completely empty. Soft jazz music played from hidden speakers in the ceiling.

She walked over to the marble sink, reaching out to turn on the cold water to splash her face.

The door to the last stall-the oversized handicap stall-suddenly swung open. A massive, muscular arm shot out.

Before Essie could even scream, a large hand clamped hard over her mouth. She was violently yanked backward into the stall.

Bang. The stall door slammed shut. The sharp click of the deadbolt locking echoed loudly over the jazz music.

Kieran slammed Essie against the freezing tile wall. His massive frame pressed flush against her, completely immobilizing her.

His eyes were blazing with a psychotic fury. "Why wouldn't you look at me at the table?" he demanded in a harsh whisper.

Essie shook her head frantically. She brought her hands up, pushing desperately against his solid chest, letting out muffled whimpers against his palm.

Kieran grabbed both of her wrists with one hand. He wrenched her arms above her head and pinned them flat against the cold tiles.

He lowered his head and crushed his mouth against hers. It wasn't a kiss; it was a brutal punishment. His teeth tore at her lips, forcing her mouth open.

Tears spilled out of Essie's eyes. The pain was sharp. She bent her knee, trying to knee him, but he easily trapped her legs with his own heavy thigh.

Kieran's free hand grabbed the collar of her cheap sweater and yanked it down roughly. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, sucking and biting down hard on her sensitive skin.

Essie squeezed her eyes shut in pure agony. A sharp, stinging pain radiated from her neck. She knew he was deliberately leaving a massive, dark bruise.

Suddenly, the sharp clack-clack of high heels hitting the restroom tiles echoed from outside the stall.

"Kieran?" Adelle's voice rang out as she pushed the main restroom door open.

Essie's entire body went rigid. Her lungs stopped working. Her eyes flew open, staring at Kieran in absolute, paralyzing terror.

Kieran didn't pull away. Instead, a cruel, twisted smirk formed on his lips. He pressed his body even tighter against Essie's, purposefully rubbing the tip of his nose against her cheek.

Adelle's heels stopped right in front of the sinks. The sound of a purse unzipping followed, then the rush of water from the faucet. She was touching up her makeup.

Essie shook like a leaf in a hurricane. Silent tears streamed down her face. She was terrified that even the sound of her heartbeat would give them away.

Adelle's phone suddenly rang. "Yes? I'm coming," she said, her tone annoyed. The water shut off, and her heels clicked away.

The main restroom door swung shut.

Kieran finally removed his hand from Essie's mouth. He raised his thumb and casually wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

He stared down at her ruined, sobbing state. "My penthouse. Tomorrow at eight PM," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. "Or Charles's medical trial is gone."

Kieran unlocked the stall door with a loud click. He adjusted his suit jacket, stepped out of the stall, and walked away without a backward glance.

Essie's legs gave out. She slid down the tile wall, hitting the floor. She wrapped her arms around her knees, desperately covering the throbbing hickey on her neck as she broke down.

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"Adrian, why would you lie to me? Why would you let her push my mum like that?" Yvonne's voice trembled, holding back tears. Adrian smirked. "Wake up, Yvonne. You really thought I wanted you when Tricia was right here?" That was how Adrian-her first crush, the boy she thought cared-chose to humiliate her in front of everyone as she was the cleaner's adopted daughter. But fate had other plans. Because the Diamond Belfort brothers-the heirs everyone adored were coming to their school in search of their missing heiress- baby sister. But the queen bee steals the chance that should have been hers. Then again, secrets don't stay buried forever. With her true identity waiting to explode, Yvonne must decide to rise from the ashes, claim her place, and bring down everyone who tried to destroy her. Because the real heiress doesn't beg. She takes rather. Now, Yvonne is done playing small. It's her time to rise, reclaim her crown, and make everyone regret ever doubting her.

Billionaire Modern Mystery

7.6

Married To The Ruthless Disgraced Billionaire

7.6

I was once the untouchable heiress to the Schroeder empire, until a corporate fraud conviction stripped away my life and threw me into federal prison for five brutal years. On the day of my release, I stepped out into the freezing rain only to realize I had been utterly abandoned by everyone I loved. My family sent no one. My former best friends blocked my number, and high-society women took photos of my shivering, pathetic state for laughs. To survive, I made a desperate deal to act as the fake fiancée of Kayden Washington, a ruthless, disgraced billionaire fighting his own blood. But the moment we joined forces, the nightmare escalated. Our safehouse was ransacked, we were hunted by tactical hitmen in the dark, and my adoptive brother stole my dead mother's diary just to bribe me into leaving New York forever. Worse, the digital trail of my framing traced back to a top-tier operative manipulating both our families from the shadows. I didn't understand why my own family had sacrificed me like a worthless pawn to ignite a massive, invisible war. What dark secret was I actually taking the fall for? Just as Kayden and I prepared to burn both empires to the ground, a mysterious courier dropped a package at my door. Inside rested the Schroeder Patriarch's solid gold ring—the ultimate symbol of absolute power—sent directly to me, the disgraced exile. "They took your past, but I will give you the power to forge a new future." The game hadn't just changed. The board had been flipped, and I was going back to take the throne.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.0

My Coldhearted Ex-Husband Demands A Remarriage

7.0

Erika was a disgraced ex-wife, struggling to survive in a freezing Brooklyn slum to raise her five-year-old son. But her billionaire ex-husband, Doyle Morgan, wasn't done destroying her. He orchestrated a cruel trap, forcing her to deliver a custom sapphire brooch to his new mistress, just to watch her get humiliated and severely burned by scalding coffee. When Erika fought back and refused to beg, Doyle's punishment was swift. He demoted her to scrubbing executive toilets with raw, bleeding hands. Starved, exhausted, and pushed to the absolute brink of organ failure, she finally collapsed lifelessly in front of him in Central Park. For five years, she had endured his relentless torment and the world's mockery just to keep her child safe. Doyle despised her, convinced her son was the filthy proof of her cheating with another man. He didn't know the boy was actually the child of his deceased older brother, conceived in a dark, drugged hotel room. Why couldn't he just leave them alone to suffer in peace? But when Erika woke up in the VIP hospital ward, the nightmare took a terrifying turn. Doyle pinned her weak wrists to the mattress, his eyes burning with a dark, possessive obsession. He had figured out the truth about the boy's bloodline. "He's a Morgan. He has my family's blood in his veins, and I will not allow my nephew to be raised in a slum. If you can't care for him, I will. From this moment on, you and that boy belong to me. And you are never leaving my sight again."

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.5

Rejected Heiress And The Ruthless CEO

9.5

For twenty years, Krista lived as the perfect daughter of the wealthy Cain family. But a single DNA report shattered her entire world. Her adoptive parents coldly declared she was just a mistake and immediately replaced her with the true bloodline. Desperate, she ran through the freezing rain to find her fiancé, only to hear him laughing with his friends. "Marry a fake? I don't collect the Cain family's second-hand trash." She slapped him, threw her diamond ring at his chest, and stumbled into a jazz lounge to drown her pain. Drunk and heartbroken, she accidentally crashed into a stranger, clinging to him like a lifeline, which ended in a wild night in a luxury penthouse. When she woke up, she realized the man she had ravaged was Jasper Stone, the most ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire on Wall Street. At the same time, her phone lit up with notifications. Her bank accounts were frozen, and the Cain family had just released a brutal public statement permanently cutting her off. She was completely abandoned, stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity in a single night. Why was twenty years of loyalty erased so easily? But instead of kicking her out, Jasper tossed a prenuptial agreement onto the bed. "Pay off your debt with marriage. Stay, and you are the untouchable Mrs. Stone." Looking at the contract, Krista wiped her tears, put on bold red lipstick, and signed her name.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.2

The Fake Blind Heiress's Sweet Revenge

8.2

After an accident left me blind, I spent six months trapped in darkness, relying entirely on my devoted fiancé and my caring adoptive sister. But when my vision miraculously returned one morning, the first thing I saw was the two of them tangled in my guest room bed. "As soon as that blind bitch signs the marriage proxy, the money defaults to my control." I kept my eyes unfocused and played the fool. I watched as they forged my signature to drain my thirty-million-dollar trust fund. My adoptive parents even demanded I surrender my company shares because a disabled woman was a liability. When I refused, they went completely insane. Under the guise of a family dinner, they locked me in a VIP room with a grotesque Wall Street vulture, planning to sell my body to save their bankrupt business. I had given this family everything, yet they were dissecting my life like vultures, convinced I was just a helpless, blind toy they could easily throw away. But they had no idea I had already hired a supposedly homeless man to be my proxy husband to protect my assets. And they certainly didn't know this "beggar" was actually the ruthless, hidden billionaire heir of the Sweeney family. Gripping the hidden knife inside my dress, I dropped the blind act. It was time to burn them all to the ground.

Action Billionaire Modern

8.4

The Jilted Heiress In Blood Red

8.4

Harlene was locked out of her own family's estate in a freezing blizzard, still trembling from a severe panic attack. Her mother delivered a cold ultimatum through a security screen: attend her golden-child sister Estella's award gala, or lose her medical funds. To make it worse, her ex-fiancé, Dennis, had chimed in to call her embarrassing and pathetic. At the gala, Harlene was treated like a diseased outcast. Dennis fiercely protected his new lover, Jailyn—the very woman who had stolen Harlene's designs. But the ultimate betrayal came when Estella flaunted a silver-embroidered antique dress. It was Harlene's grandmother's dress, her only pure memory of love, handed over to the enemy as a trophy. When Harlene demanded answers, her own father slapped her across the face in front of the press, just to protect their pristine image. They had stolen her career, her fiancé, and her inheritance, all while branding her the crazy, unstable daughter. The sheer hypocrisy and cruelty finally severed the last thread of her sanity. Why should she play the silent victim while they played the perfect family? Instead of crying, Harlene smiled. She drew a hidden dagger, slashed the antique dress to ribbons, and dragged Estella and Jailyn to the center stage. Standing under the blinding spotlight with a bloody blade, she looked out at the terrified crowd. "The Beaumont family is done hiding," she declared into the microphone. "Tonight, the curtain falls."

Billionaire Modern Romance

Trapped In His Cruel Six Year Contract

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