Contract Marriage With The Billionaire

~Helen's POV~"Please, Jonah, I'm begging you! Stop this, please! You're hurting me!" I pleaded through tears, lying on the ground as my husband continued to assault me mercilessly."Shut your mouth, you disgusting whore!" He yelled in response, delivering a brutalizing kick to my stomach, causing me to scream in agonizing pain."Jonah, please, I'm begging you! Stop this madness!" I implored tearfully, feeling immense pain from his assault."I said shut up, golddigger!" Jonah yelled, delivering an ear-splitting slap. The impact of the slap caused my lips to bleed, and I felt my head spinning.Jonah and I had just gotten married an hour ago, and he had been assaulting me since we left the wedding venue. He was my childhood sweetheart, and we loved each other deeply. We grew up together, sharing countless experiences. We even attended the same university and both our families anticipated our eventual marriage.Before we got married, I considered myself fortunate to have a man like Jonah.

Helen's POVMy mind whirled with thoughts as I pondered the strange man's offer. The proposition seemed too good to be true, fostering a sense of hesitation within me. However, upon reflection, I acknowledged the potential benefits of the stranger's offer. Despite my lingering affection for Jonah, the notion of living with him no longer appealed to me. He had transformed into a different person, and the prospect of being his wife now seemed perilous.I yearned to uncover the reasons behind his abrupt shift from a loving partner to a beast. It became paramount to understand the catalyst for his assault mere hours after our marriage. Jonah had never exhibited violent tendencies before, leaving me with a gnawing suspicion that my twin sister, Helena, played a pivotal role in triggering this drastic change.Determined to unravel the mystery, I resolved to accept the stranger's offer. Grateful for his intervention during Jonah's assault, I saw this opportunity as a means to secure the resou

Helen's Point Of View:As we approached Xander's sleek black car, the driver stood waiting, his posture perfectly straight and professional. He opened the door smoothly as we neared, and Xander motioned for me to enter first. I slid into the soft, cool leather seat, followed by Xander, who settled beside me with his usual calm demeanor.The driver closed the door with a quiet thud and quickly moved to the front of the car. His movements were precise, almost mechanical, as he took his seat and glanced at Xander through the rearview mirror, waiting for instructions."Drive home," Xander ordered, his voice clipped.The engine roared to life, and the car smoothly pulled away from the curb. Inside, the silence was thick, almost suffocating. I stared out the window, watching the city lights blur into streaks as we sped through the busy streets. People went about their lives, unaware of the tension simmering in the car.Beside me, Xander was focused on his phone, his fingers moving quickly a