THE 6-MONTH TROPHY HUSBAND
After her ex-fiancé used her for her family’s fortune, Elena swore off love forever. To her, men were no longer romantic partners, they were disposable accessories, bought for social status and thrown away when their season ended.
To save her multi-billion-dollar luxury empire from her scheming uncle, Elena needs a husband and fast. She offers a 6-month contract marriage to Dante Vance, the broke, disgraced black sheep of a rival family. The deal is simple: $5 million, zero physical intimacy, and zero questions asked. He is supposed to be nothing more than a quiet, handsome piece of jewelry for the board of directors.
Except her "harmless" trophy husband is hiding a lethal secret. When her enemies strike, Dante drops his mask, exposing himself as the city's most feared underground kingpin. Trapped under the same roof with a dangerous man who refuses to obey her rules, Elena realizes too late, she didn't buy a pawn. She handed her life over to a predator who has no intention of letting her go when the six months are up.
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Chapter: Chapter 5Elena's POVVictor sat frozen at the head of the long table, his face as pale as fresh paper. He stared down at the stack of stamped financial reports Dante had tossed in front of him, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He tried to speak, tried to gather what was left of his pride, but no words came out.The two senior board members beside him wouldn't even look up from the floor. They had already hidden Dante’s white envelopes deep inside their suit pockets, terrified of what those tax records would do to their lives if anyone else saw them.Slowly, Victor pushed back his chair. He didn't say a word to the room. He couldn't even look Dante in the eye as he practically ran toward the heavy glass doors, his hands shaking as he pulled them open and practically fled into the hall. The remaining board members quickly gathered their papers, muttering rushed excuses before leaving one by one until the room was empty.I sat completely still in my leather chair, keeping m
Last Updated: 2026-10-13
Chapter: Chapter 4Elena's POVThe urgent board message arrived in my inbox at seven in the morning: Proof of living together required within two days.Victor had pushed the new rule through two board members on his side, claiming a marriage on paper without sharing a home was grounds to review my trust fund early. By noon, Dante’s minimal luggage was sitting in the marble front hall of my penthouse.I stood by the kitchen counter, arms crossed over my silk shirt as he set a worn leather bag near the coat rack."Let us set the rules right now," I said, my voice clear in the quiet apartment. "You have the east guest room. My bedroom and private home office are off-limits. No walking in without asking, no guests, and the rule of zero physical contact stands."Dante hung his black jacket on the rack beside my coats. He turned, leaning back against the console table with his hands casually in his pockets."Understood, Miss Rostova," he said, his voice unhurried. "Anything else?""Do not mess up my routine.
Last Updated: 2026-10-13
Chapter: Chapter 3Elena's POVI barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, the image of Dante effortlessly dismantling those two men outside the St. Regis flashed behind my eyelids. I kept trying to rationalize it as the morning light poured into my bedroom. Maybe he had hired temporary muscle. Maybe those men were loan sharks who realized he didn't have the money yet.By nine in the morning, I was standing in a private room at City Hall.Dante walked in right on time. He was dressed in a charcoal suit that fit his tall, broad frame impeccably. There was no trace of exhaustion or anxiety on his face. He looked calm, collected, and dangerously composed."Miss Rostova," he said smoothly, stepping up beside me at the clerk's counter."Mr. Hayes," I replied, keeping my voice flat and distant.The marriage clerk pushed two plain gold bands across the desk alongside the legal certificate. "Please exchange the rings to finalize the registration."I picked up the band meant for him. My fingers brushed his as I
Last Updated: 2026-10-13
Chapter: Chapter 2Elena's POVThe private back room of the St. Regis lounge was bathed in low amber lighting, isolated from the soft jazz playing in the main bar.I sat in the center of the leather booth, my posture straight, fingers resting on the black folder in front of me. Seven fifty-eight. I mentally rehearsed my delivery, expecting a broken man—someone in a cheap suit, twitching with nervous energy, desperate for a cash handout to cover his mounting debts.At eight o'clock sharp, the door opened.Dante Hayes was not slumping. Dressed in a dark shirt with the top buttons undone and a fitted black jacket, he moved with an effortless, dangerous grace that contradicted his reputation as a disgraced outcast. Tall and broad-shouldered, his dark eyes locked onto mine the second he entered.There was no desperation in his gaze. Only a quiet, intense weight that made my heart give an unwanted thud."Miss Rostova," he said, his deep voice unhurried as he sat across from me. "You sent for me.""Mr. Hayes,"
Last Updated: 2026-10-13
Chapter: Chapter 1Elena's POV“Your uncle Victor just called another informal meeting with the board members at the main office. He made sure to emphasize to them that your twenty fifth birthday is exactly thirty days away."Clara stood in the doorway of the private fitting room, her face pale against the rich mahogany walls and heavy velvet drapes of the boutique. "Let him talk," I said calmly.I did not move from the velvet stool. Two tailors knelt at my feet, their fingers trembling as they pinned the hem of my trousers. The boutique was dead silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the soft rustle of silk."Elena, he is not just talking," Clara pushed on, her knuckles white around her tablet. "He reminded the board that according to your late mother's trust agreement, you must be legally married by your twenty fifth birthday to take full control of her fifty one percent stake in Rostova Atelier. If you remain single when the clock strikes midnight on the thirtieth day, control au
Last Updated: 2026-10-13
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