Contracted To The Col-Hearted Bilionaire

Clarissa “I don’t know how you stomach that pathetic excuse for a woman. She walks around like she matters. God, I’d die if I ever had to live like her.”That voice. I didn’t need to guess. Sasha. The same voice I’d heard whispering through hotel phone lines. The same high-pitched laughter I’d heard echoing in my bathroom two weeks ago. He seems to like this particular slut. She's been the only mistress he's repeated. The other women had always been a one time thing. I pressed my back to the cold wall outside the bedroom door, holding my breath and listening to them.“She’s nothing,” Nicho’s voice came through, “A walking corpse. No passion, no spark. Just a name on paper and a face I can barely stand. I told her to stop coming in here.”I exhaled slowly. So this was today’s insult. A new version of the same truth I’d lived with for seven years. This marriage? A farce. A goddamn contract signed with ink, silence and utter disrespect.Still, it stung. More than usual. I pushed open

Clarissa“Of course I did,” I snapped. “I may have played your wife, but I’m not stupid.”Sasha, who was still sitting dramatically on the floor like a wounded deer, looked between us like she’d missed a crucial plot twist.“That envelope,” I said, stepping closer, “has every clause, every signature, every disgusting little term you shoved down my throat seven years ago. And it expires in two days.”Nicho’s eyes locked with mine. No more shouting. No more rage.While Nicho and Sasha both watched me in disbelief, I pulled my phone up and dialed Dante's number. Dante had been my friend since childhood and he knew every single thing I've been through. He hated how we lost contact and we only got in touch a few years after I and Hudaosn got married. He always hated that he wasn't there to help and prevent me from getting married to a soulless man. The phone barely rang twice before Dante picked up.“Cass?” He called out calmly.“I need you,” I said to him with a firm tone. No tears, no

ClarissaI reached deeper into my purse and pulled out a different card. My own card.What Nicho never realized while he was too busy controlling everything—I had been quietly saving. Every birthday gift, freelance job, side hustle, spare cash. Little by little, I built a personal account. And now? It had more than enough.I inserted the card.Approved.I gave the cashier a sweet smile. “Guess that one works.”She handed me the bags. “Have a nice day.”“Oh, trust me,” I said, “I will.”After paying for the groceries, I was walked to the car when everything was finally set in the trunk, I got into the car and drove off in the direction of home. I arrived home and began taking everything I bought into the house. I had just set the last grocery bag on the kitchen counter when my phone started ringing. I glanced at the screen. It was David Langston. Nicho’s smug, overpaid lawyer.I groaned. “Of course.”I answered on speaker, too exhausted to even hold the phone to my ear. “What do you

Clarissa’s POVIt was a call from Dante telling me he was just in front of the door. I wasn't surprised because I had suddenly become used to Dante always running to me whenever I needed help. I opened the door to find him holding two paper bags. “You're hungry?” He asked with a smile before stepping into the house.“Burgers and samosas, my favourite.” I gleamed with delight as I immediately started unpacking and having a bite.Dante laughed so hard, I knew he was enjoying having fun watching me go crazy for food.“What if I fail?” I asked softly, my voice almost laced with pain as my face suddenly turned pale. The tiny bites of samosas in my mouth were suddenly bitter. “What if I can’t win against him?”Dante didn’t answer right away. He took a bite from the burger as he watched me carefully. When he finally spoke, his tone was calm.“You’re fighting, Cass,” he said. “That’s more than most ever do. A lot of women in your position would have stayed quiet, endured it, convinced themse

Classira’s POVThe men attacking me came with full force, I could see it in their cold, unrelenting eyes that they already decided I wouldn’t leave that place alive. The first blow came before I could defend myself. The metallic sting of a baton cracked against my arm, and pain shot through me so sharply I thought my bones might split. I tried to run, but another hit caught the back of my head. The world tilted violently, my vision blurring into colors that made no sense.When I opened my eyes again, everything was white. My head throbbed, and my mouth was dry as paper. It took me a moment to understand I was in a hospital. I turned my head slightly, and that’s when I saw Dante standing by the window, his arms folded tightly across his chest, his expression caught somewhere between anger and worry.“You shouldn’t have gone to meet them alone,” he said, his tone sharp but low. His eyes flicked toward me, then back to the floor, as if he was fighting to keep his temper contained.I want