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Billionaire Contract Marriage: Her Quest

Billionaire Contract Marriage: Her Quest

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-11
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Language: English
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First-Person POV

Fast-Paced Plot

Independent

Dominant

Flash Marriage

Contract Marriage

Love after Marriage

Contemporary

Decisive

**They wanted to choose my husband. So I bought one instead.** --- "You'll be meeting your soon-to-be husband at the next family dinner." Aunt Melissa's words hit like poison. I choked, shock stealing my breath. Family dinners at my grandparents' estate were already hell—arguments shattering crystal, curses wrapped in concern, smiles hiding knives. But this? This crossed every line. Who the hell did they think they were, choosing my husband like I was some pawn in their twisted game? *That's never happening.* I built Phias Empire from the wreckage of my inheritance, clawed my way up from the car crash that killed my parents twenty years ago. I survived being trapped underwater, survived my family's hatred, survived my cousin Sophie's lifetime of cruelty—always my shadow, desperate to eclipse me. I didn't survive all that to let them control who I marry. Then I saw him. David Kane. Six-foot-three of devastating perfection, commanding my manufacturing floor like he was born for it. Dark hair, ice-blue eyes, a body that made me forget how to breathe. A contractor. The branch manager's son. Nobody important. *Perfect.* My family wanted to force a husband on me? Fine. I'd bring them one—on my terms. A contract so airtight no one could question it. And God, I wanted him. I couldn't wait to see Sophie's face. Couldn't wait to watch their plans crumble. They forgot who I am. I'm Sophia Ashford. I don't play by their rules. And I'm about to make the most dangerous deal of my life.

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105 Chapters
CHAPTER 1: PROLOGUE - THE DROWNING
I remember thinking the chandelier looked like it was crying.Eight years old, sitting at my grandparents’ long dining table, patent leather shoes barely brushing the floor—and that’s what my mind latched onto. Crystal teardrops suspended above the candles, catching every flicker of light and scattering fragile rainbows across the crisp white linen tablecloth.“The quarterly reports show a fifteen percent increase,” my father announced, voice calm but edged with quiet pride.Uncle Richard’s face flushed that awful, mottled purple. His fork clattered against fine china.“*Your* expansion,” he spat. “Always *your* projects, *your* successes. Some of us have been with this company just as long, James. Some of us have sacrificed just as much.”My mother’s hand found mine under the table. Three gentle squeezes. *Stay quiet, sweetheart.*“Richard.” Grandpa’s voice sliced through the tension like a blade. “This isn’t the time—”“It’s never the time!” Uncle Richard shoved back from the table,
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CHAPTER 2: TWENTY YEARS LATER
**PRESENT DAY**Forty-seven. Forty-eight. Forty-nine. Fifty.I shut off the shower at exactly fifty seconds, hand moving with the same robotic precision I’d perfected over two decades. Water droplets clung to my skin like accusations—each one a tiny echo of that black river.Fifty seconds. My absolute limit. Long enough to feel clean. Not long enough for the old panic to claw its way up my throat.I wrapped myself in thick Egyptian cotton and moved through the rest of the ritual without thought. Moistizer—twelve even strokes. Serum—precise taps under each eye. Eye cream for shadows that no concealer could fully erase anymore.Control was everything. Control was survival.The woman staring back from the mirror bore almost no resemblance to the terrified child dragged from that river. That girl had been helpless. Small. A victim.This woman was none of those things.Sophia Ashford. Twenty-eight. CEO of Phias Empire—a name stitched together from my parents’ initials, James and Claire. Se
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CHAPTER 3: THE VISIT
The Ashford estate looked exactly as it had in every memory I’d tried to bury—imposing gray stone facade, ivy climbing the walls like possessive fingers, manicured lawns stretching into twilight shadows. Perfect. Elegant. Hiding rot beneath the surface.Mr. Thomas eased the Mercedes through the wrought-iron gates at 5:55 p.m. Five minutes early—calculated, deliberate. I hadn’t come for a party. I’d come for a quiet visit: to see my grandparents, perhaps linger in the portrait gallery where my parents still smiled down from the walls, untouched by time. A brief stop to remind myself why I kept fighting.“Last chance to turn around,” Mr. Thomas said quietly.“I promised Grandma I’d come by this week.” I checked my reflection. Charcoal Armani suit instead of evening wear—practical, armored, appropriate for a simple family drop-in. “It’s just a visit. In and out.”He gave me the look that said he’d seen too many of my “simple” visits turn complicated.“I’ll have my phone on,” he said. “Te
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CHAPTER 4: BUSINESS COMPLICATIONS
“Want to tell me what that was about?” Mr. Thomas asked as the Mercedes pulled away from the estate gates, gravel crunching under the tires.I stared out the tinted window at the fading lights of the mansion. “My family is trying to marry me off to Jake Morrison. Aunt Melissa’s already planting rumors tonight so she can announce our ‘courtship’ at Grandpa’s birthday next month. Public toast, two hundred witnesses, family pressure—they think I’ll be too proud to deny it in front of everyone and ruin the celebration.”Mr. Thomas’s hands tightened on the wheel for a fraction of a second before relaxing again. “And your response is to go to Brooklyn? Right now?”“My response is to find a solution that doesn’t involve their rules.” I opened the tablet, pulling up the manufacturing branch files. “They want to choose my husband? Fine. I’ll choose one first. On my terms.”“You’re going to propose to someone you haven’t met.”“Not propose. Offer a contract.” The plan crystallized as the city l
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CHAPTER 5: THE GREEK GOD
I forced air into my lungs. Forced composure back into place.“I’m Sophia Ashford. I own this company.”His eyebrows lifted slightly. Surprise flickered, then vanished behind calm control. He glanced down at his jeans and t-shirt, then back at me—expensive suit, heels, diamonds—and a faint flush touched his neck.“Ms. Ashford.” He wiped his hands on a rag before extending one. “I wasn’t expecting—I would have dressed more appropriately.”“Unannounced visit.” I shook his hand briefly. The contact was warm, firm, callused in a way that sent an unexpected spark up my arm. “I came about the delayed reports. And why one of my best branches has gone silent for three weeks.”Wariness replaced the surprise. He released my hand but didn’t step back.“I’m David Kane. Elizabeth Kane’s son. I’ve been handling reports while she’s… dealing with health issues.”Health issues. Careful. Protective.“What kind?”“Personal ones.” His jaw set stubbornly. “She didn’t want special treatment. She’s been man
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CHAPTER 6: THE PROPOSITION
**THREE DAYS LATER**I’d rehearsed the conversation a hundred times.In the shower—forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty—counting seconds while the water ran cold. In the back of the Mercedes with Mr. Thomas pretending not to notice my restless fingers tapping the armrest. In my office at 2 a.m., pacing between floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights blurring into streaks below.None of the rehearsals prepared me for the moment David Kane actually walked into the conference room.He’d dressed up. Dark suit that fit his broad shoulders perfectly, white shirt open at the collar, no tie—casual confidence rather than corporate stiffness. Hair still slightly damp, as if he’d showered right before coming. Professional. Devastating.“Ms. Ashford.” He extended his hand across the polished table. “Your assistant said you wanted to discuss my mother’s situation?”I shook it briefly, ignoring the warmth that lingered on my palm. “Sophia. And yes, please sit.”He settled into the chair opposi
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CHAPTER 7: THE DECISION
**THIRTY-SIX HOURS LATER**I hadn’t slept.The digital clock on my nightstand mocked me: 3:47 a.m. In approximately fourteen hours, I’d have to face another family dinner—perhaps the last one before Grandpa’s birthday next month. With or without David Kane on my arm.My phone sat silent on the bedside table. No calls. No texts. Nothing.He was going to say no.Of course he was going to say no. What sane person would agree to marry a near-stranger for money? What decent man would sell three years of his life to a woman who’d essentially leveraged his mother’s illness into a negotiation tool?I’d been delusional to think this would work.My phone buzzed—sharp, sudden, slicing through the dark.I grabbed it so fast I nearly knocked over the water glass.**Unknown Number: I have questions. Can we meet?**Not a yes. Not a no. Questions.I could work with questions.**Me: My office. One hour.****Unknown: It’s 4 a.m.****Me: I’m aware. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.**I was out of bed bef
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CHAPTER 8: FIRST IMPRESSIONS
The stylist arrived at David’s apartment building at 2:00 p.m. sharp with three garment bags and the kind of determined expression that said he’d seen worse than a last-minute family dinner crisis.I waited in the Mercedes across the street—not because I didn’t trust David to dress himself, but because I needed to see him before we walked into the viper’s nest. Needed to prepare myself for the moment I stepped into that estate with a stranger on my arm, pretending he belonged there.Needed to stop my hands from shaking.My phone buzzed.**David: Your stylist is terrifying.****Me: Marcus is the best in the city.****David: He just told Emma her outfit was “charmingly pedestrian” and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a compliment.****Me: It wasn’t. Is she coming?****David: She insisted. Said someone needs to make sure I don’t embarrass you.****Me: Smart girl.****David: She also wants to meet the woman who convinced her brother to get married in less than 72 hours.**My stomach flipped. Emm
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CHAPTER 9: THE FAMILY DINNER
The estate’s grand dining room hadn’t changed in twenty years—long mahogany table polished to a mirror shine, crystal chandelier casting soft prisms across white linen, silver place settings gleaming under candlelight. The same room where my father had last stood up to Uncle Richard. The same room where everything ended.Tonight it felt smaller. Tighter. Like the walls were listening.We arrived at 6:55 p.m.—five minutes early, my preference. David parked smoothly under the porte-cochère. No rain tonight. Clear skies, as promised. Still, my pulse hammered as he cut the engine.Emma bounced out first, smoothing her dress. “This place is huge. Do they have a ballroom? Or like, a secret dungeon?”“Both, probably,” I muttered.David came around to my side, opening the door before I could reach for it. He offered his hand.I took it—warm, steady—and let him help me out. His fingers lingered a second longer than necessary.“You’ve got this,” he said quietly.I wasn’t sure I believed him, bu
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CHAPTER 10: THE FIRST KISS
The ride back from the estate was quiet at first—Emma eventually falling asleep in the backseat, head against the window, soft breaths fogging the glass. David kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the console between us. Close enough that I could feel the warmth, but not touching.I stared at the dark highway, city lights streaking past like falling stars.“You were quiet after we left,” he said finally. Low. Careful.“I’m always quiet after those dinners.”“Not like this.” He glanced over. “You’re thinking too hard.”I exhaled slowly. “They’re going to escalate. Aunt Melissa won’t let tonight stand. Next month at the birthday, she’ll still try the announcement—maybe even harder now that I’ve brought you.”“Let her try.” His voice stayed even. “We’ll be ready.”“We?”He smiled faintly. “We. You’re not doing this alone anymore.”The words settled somewhere deep. Uncomfortable. Warm.I looked at his profile—strong jaw, faint scar catching the dashboard light. “You didn’t hav
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