Contractually Yours, Brother
Girl PowerContemporaryFirst-Person POVCEOArtistGoodgirlContract MarriageLove-TriangleLove at First Sight
Alice Vance doesn’t do handouts, and she certainly doesn’t do billionaires. A fiercely independent art curator struggling to open her own gallery, she lives by a simple rule: rely on no one. But when a mechanical error traps her in the private penthouse of Manhattan’s most ruthless tycoon, her carefully ordered life shatters in an instant.
Sylvester Arlington, the formidable CEO of Arlington Global, doesn't believe in romance. Burned by his mother’s ruthless betrayal as a child, he views every human relationship as a transaction. Facing an emergency ultimatum from his late grandfather’s will—marry within three days or forfeit his multi-billion-dollar empire to a hostile board—Sylvester sees Alice not as a woman, but as the perfect solution. She has no corporate ties, no leverage, and no place in his world.
The deal is straightforward: a one-year fake marriage, a five-million-dollar buyout to fund her gallery, and zero personal involvement. To protect her heart, Alice signs under one non-negotiable condition added in her own hand: You never touch me.
Forced into a world of high-society galas, ruthless corporate warfare, and intense domestic proximity, their cold arrangement quickly turns volatile. Beneath Sylvester’s icy control lies a possessive, fiercely protective man who makes Alice’s pulse race—and behind Alice’s fiery sarcasm is a vulnerability that slowly cracks Sylvester’s formidable defenses.
When high-stakes corporate sabotage threatens Arlington Global, a surprise medical diagnosis flips the dynamic entirely: Alice is carrying Sylvester's high-risk triplets. Suddenly, the fake marriage becomes a deadly serious battleground. As an obsessed rival stops at nothing to destroy Sylvester’s empire—including targeting Alice—Sylvester must confront the one truth his fortune can't buy:
The ultimate empire isn't built in a boardroom, and the only term that matters is total surrender.
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Chapter: C10“I’m carrying triplets, Sylvester.”The words drop like a heavy weight in the dead silence of the penthouse, long past midnight.Sylvester goes completely still. For several agonizing seconds he says nothing, his tall frame frozen in the center of the living room while the low, distant hum of the city hums through the thick glass behind him.He slowly lowers his eyes to the folded white paper in my trembling hands. His dark gaze burns through the printed medical text, scanning the diagnostic summary, the hormone counts, and the three distinct heartbeats.Then, right before my eyes, something inside him snaps and rewrites itself with terrifying force.He doesn’t break down. He doesn’t offer a word of tenderness or love. Instead, a raw, possessive, protective switch flips in his dark eyes, turning his expression into an unyielding mask of absolute ownership."You are not leaving this penthouse," Sylvester says, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly register that vibrates through the
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Chapter: C9“Smile like you actually love me, Alice. The board’s PR team has three zoom lenses pointed at us from the gallery.”Sylvester’s voice drops into my ear like hot lead, his heavy arm wrapping around my waist with possessive precision as we step onto the red carpet of the museum gala.I press my body against his crisp tux, my fake smile fixed firmly for the flashing cameras. "If I smile any harder, Mr. Arlington, my face will crack. And if you squeeze my hip any harder, you'll leave a bruise.""You taken five million dollars of my money, Mrs. Arlington," he murmurs back, his hand sliding down an inch to rest firmly against the curve of my hip. "You can endure ten minutes of joint photos.""The board is never going to be satisfied," I whisper through clenched teeth as we turn for another photo. "First it was the courthouse certificate. Then the terrace photo. Now three joint interviews in forty-eight hours. They want a full circus.""They want visible unity," Sylvester says, his voice fla
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Chapter: C8“Move away from the door, Sylvester.”I grip the strap of my thrift-store leather bag, standing in the center of the penthouse foyer while the private elevator hums behind him.Sylvester doesn’t yell. He doesn’t move fast. He simply steps into the center of the doorway, his broad frame completely blocking my only exit, his dark eyes tracking my shaking hands with brutal focus.“You are not packing your bags, Alice,” he says, his voice low, even, and entirely absolute. “And you are not leaving this penthouse.”“I’m tired of playing your domestic game!” I yell, my pulse hammering against my ribs as I take a defiant step toward him. “You skip half your board meetings to sit across from me at dinner and stare at me like I’m a problem you can’t solve! I can’t breathe in this place!”“I stay home for dinner because the press is camped outside,” he lies smoothly, his jaw clenching hard. “And because you have a habit of digging into rooms you don’t belong in the second my back is turned.”“Yo
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Chapter: C7“Hold still, Alice. The board members are standing by the main entrance.”Sylvester’s voice vibrates against my bare shoulder as his heavy, warm palm settles onto the small of my back with possessive, terrifying precision.I swallow hard, my pulse hammering wildly in my throat as three dozen camera flashes erupt in the grand ballroom of the Plaza Hotel. "Don't touch me like you own me, Sylvester.""Right now, every share I hold depends on looking like I own you," he growls through a forced, brilliant smile aimed at the press. "Victor Hale is twenty feet away with three board members. Do not pull away from me."Before I can draw another breath, his hand slides up to my nape, his long fingers tangling into the silk of my hair, and he pulls my face directly up to his.His mouth slams down onto mine.The kiss is not soft. It is an explosive, brutal claim in full view of two hundred high-society vultures. His hot lips part mine with demanding, possessive hunger, his broad body pressing me
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Chapter: C6“Eat the salad, Alice. The news photographers outside the floor-to-ceiling windows don’t pay to take pictures of an untouched plate.”Sylvester doesn’t even look up from his tablet as he speaks, his tone dropping over the long, black marble dining table like a block of ice.I slam my silver fork down against the fine porcelain, the sharp clatter echoing through the massive penthouse. “I am not an animal you can feed on a schedule, Mr. Arlington. And I certainly don't eat on command just so your corporate board thinks I’m a well-trained pet.”Sylvester slowly sets his tablet down, his dark, calculating eyes locking onto mine. “You are paid five million dollars to look content. Right now, you look like a hostage.”“That’s because I am one,” I snap back, resting my elbows on the table and leaning forward. “You lock me in this sky-high fortress, hand me schedules printed by your assistant, and expect me to smile like a brainless trophy wife whenever a camera flashes.”“I expect you to exe
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Chapter: C5“Sign here, Mrs. Arlington.”The probate clerk points his pen at the final line of the marriage certificate. Eleven minutes. That is all it takes to bind my life to Sylvester Arlington in a drafty courthouse room, while three news helicopters hover outside the tinted glass windows.I take the pen, my fingers ice-cold, and sign my name on the line beneath his jagged signature. I am wearing a simple ivory dress Lily chose for me this morning. It fits perfectly, like a silk shroud.Sylvester doesn't look at me as he slides his gold signet ring back onto his left hand. His face is set like granite, signed with the exact same expression he probably uses when he's stripping a rival company of its assets.Lily stands by the door, her tablet tucked under her arm, watching us with sharp, professional eyes. She steps closer to me as Sylvester turns his back to talk to the clerk in a low voice."Arlington Tower has high walls, Alice," Lily whispers, her voice barely audible over the hum of the a
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