LOGINMy fiancé betrayed me and left me at the altar. So I made a deal with the one man he hates most—his uncle, Tyson. Tyson Wilson is powerful, charming, and dangerously ambitious. He needed a contract bride. I needed a ladder to reach my mother’s dreams. A contract is all it was supposed to be… until the lines between paper and reality start blurring. Now my ex-fiancé, Alex, needs me back. But I have bigger problems—lies, corporate wars, hidden agendas, and secrets people are willing to kill for. And somehow, I’m at the center of it all. My contract husband keeps pushing my boundaries, testing every rule we set. But it’s just a contract. …Right?
View MoreLyra’s phone buzzed beneath the table and she glanced down—Unknown Sender.
For a moment, she wanted to ignore it. But another message appeared almost immediately. ‘It's nobody's fault you can't satisfy Alex in bed.’ Her fingers trembled even before she opened the attachment. Then the video loaded and everything inside her went still. The video was muted because of her surroundings, but Lyra didn't need any sound to know exactly what she was watching. Her fiancé, Alex, was thrusting aggressively into her best friend, Nadine. Lyra stared at the screen, unable to breathe. Then she locked her phone, heart drumming as she shoved it into her purse. Through blurry eyes, she looked toward the stage. Alex stood beneath the ballroom lights, perfectly dressed in a black tuxedo, smiling as he addressed the guests. He'd just asked Nadine to join him. Nadine’s cheeks flushed red as she stood. She adjusted her dress briefly before walking. Just as she was about to climb the steps, she almost slipped, but Alex's reflexes were quick. He grabbed Nadine's waist, and they both paused in place, eyes locking like a cheesy romance scene. Lyra's nails dug into her palm at the sight. She felt the hall lights spotlight every crack in her makeup but she tried to maintain her composure. Four years. Four years she'd been with Alex. Four years he'd meant the world to her. Behind her, she heard employees speak. “Their chemistry is undeniable. I wonder why they're not together.” “You never know. Haven't you seen the way they look at each other?” Lyra’s fingers tightened around her purse. How did she not notice this earlier? “Word on the street is…” a voice lowered, conspirational, but Lyra heard it anyway. “They spend a lot of late nights at the office.” “Really??” “Shhh,” another hissed, voice urgent. “Keep it down. Someone might hear.” For months, Lyra had suspected something was wrong. Late nights. Secret calls. Nadine suddenly knowing things she shouldn’t. The way Alex ran over whenever Nadine was having cramps. The way he always remembered the type of chocolates she liked. She’d told herself she was just being paranoid. She was overthinking. They were all friends, after all. A tear slipped out and she wiped it quickly before it could fall. When she paid attention to Alex’s words again, she suddenly heard, “And I’m proud to announce that Nadine Hale will be taking over as the new Director of Strategic Innovation.” A weight slammed into Lyra’s chest, it almost felt physical. No. The room seemed to pause for a brief moment before an applause followed. Glasses were raised. Nadine wrapped her hands around Alex's arm and congratulations floated through the air like confetti. Her breath caught. Impossible. She’d worked so hard for this—late nights at the office, nose bleeds, back pain. She’d been the brain behind their best-selling models for years now. In fact, she’d been the acting director since the last one left a year ago, and Alex had promised to make the position official today. He knew what that position meant to her. He knew it was what she’d always wanted. What she needed to complete her mother’s life work. He knew it meant that she’d have access to a team. Funding. Her own division. Yet he’d handed it over to Nadine without a second thought. On stage, Nadine’s plump red lips curled into a flattered grin as her hands remained locked with Alex’s. Lyra’s stomach dropped, feeling her lunch climb up her throat as she watched Alex hand Nadine a plaque while cameras flashed. Alex. The man who’d been there for her in her darkest moment. When she was just twenty, broken, grieving the death of her only parent. But she’d been there for him too. She'd poured into Alex as much as he'd poured to her. Right from college, she'd done his assignments and even down to Wilson Energy, she still did everything. Because of love. Or so she thought. So she wasn’t going to be the other woman. Not to Nadine, not to any other woman and certainly not after what just happened. She stood. Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked up the stage. Alex was the first to notice. Something flashed through his eyes—panic, maybe. Then Nadine looked over too, her smile faltering. As though the room had been expecting her to react, it went silent. Heavy silence—Conversations stopped mid-breath, mouths dropped, glasses hung mid-sip, all eyes focusing on her. “Lyra?” Alex called as soon as she reached, voice cracking slightly. “Let's talk about this later.” She moved to the microphone and Alex grabbed her wrist. “What are you doing?” he asked under his breath. Lyra looked at him, like really looked at him. The usual butterflies she was supposed to get were… gone and all she felt was disgust. “Look, we can talk about this later, okay? I’ll make it up, I promise,” he added almost immediately. Then she glanced at Nadine. Underneath that smug smile, there was a hint of fear. “No hard feelings, Ly,” Nadine said. “It's only natural that the more competent person gets the role.” Lyra faced Alex instead. “When did it start?” He frowned, acting confused. “When did what start?” “You and Nadine.” “Not here,” he whispered, glancing at the confused crowd. The murmurs were starting to grow. “No. We need to talk here.” Alex’s jaw tightened. “You’re embarrassing yourself.” More whispers spread through the hall. Lyra’s eyes stung with tears and she blinked a couple of times. Not now, not here. Then she slipped off the engagement ring from her finger and pushed it into his breast pocket. “I'm done with you. I'm done with Wilson Energy.” “Lyra, you’ve lost your mind?” Nadine snapped, her voice still low enough. “Do you think you'd get a job elsewhere? You're not even that good, it's a privilege we allowed you to work in our company.” ‘our’. Lyra didn't miss that word. But she didn't pay attention to it. Instead she raised the microphone in her hand before anyone could stop her. “Uhm, pardon me,” she announced. “I just found out that my fiancé has been sleeping with my bestfriend—” Alex ripped her away before she had the chance to say anything more. “God, you're so fucking insecure. I told you there's nothing between us, we're just friends!” He snapped, dragging her away. Lips parted in shock and gasps rippled through the crowd. Camera flashes filled the room. When they reached the exit hallway, Lyra finally used all her might to snatch her hand away. “Let me be!” She dusted invisible dirt from her dress and turned to leave. “Think about your mother’s research before you make another stupid decision,” Alex hissed. Lyra’s heart clenched and her feet stilled. Of course. Even now, Alex would try to use something like that against her. “You wouldn't,” she said without looking back. “Oh, with what you just did?” He scoffed, his expression turning colder. “Yes, I definitely will. Try me.” For the first time that night, fear crawled up her throat, threatening to break through her anger. But without another word, she walked away. Alex didn't try to stop her. As soon as the night air hit her face, she allowed the dam to break. She clutched her gown, sobs racking from her chest. Then she stared back at the Wilson Energy building glowing behind her. Her mother’s research was the only thing keeping her tied to that place. She would get it. Then she'd leave for good. She pulled out her phone and called her best friend. “Hey, Daph. Your guy at Wilson Energy… Can he get my mother's research?”The kiss started soft at first, but it quickly turned into something else. It was deep. Thorough. Filled with passion, aggression and pent up anger. His hands grabbed her face while his mouth wrecked her. Lyra kissed him back just as hard, tasting the faintest trace of whiskey in his breath, feeling every nerve in her body react to him as though she'd been waiting forever for this. As though his breath could quench the fury in her. The confusion.Suddenly, she pulled away. And before he could register the loss, her hand flew to his cheek and she slapped him again. She stared at him and he held her gaze. Her eyes were filled with an intensity that wasn't just anger. “Don't think kissing me solves everything,” she said, breathless. “I know,” he whispered.Even as her pulse pounded with anger, her traitorous body still responded—hungry with need. Heat flooded to her core and trailed down her thighs. Tyson's eyes, still glazed with desire, roamed her almost-bare chest. That's when
The words stopped her cold.For a second, she forgot what she was going to say. Heat crept up her neck as his words from that night filled her mind. *I get to call you my wife. We get to live together. Share a bed. Watch you eat off my plate. Travel. Argue about our next vacation. Smell your farts. Have kids. Pillow fight. Drink wine from your mouth, and do all the other weird shit that couples do. But it won't be weird to me—because it's you. And you don't get to leave. Forever.*Tyson was standing close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body. His eyes held hers, unwavering, and for once there was no teasing smile or smug remark hiding what he was thinking. He meant it. He truly meant it. He meant everything he'd said that night?That realization sent an unfamiliar flutter through her chest. She hated that it did. She pushed the feeling down and lifted her chin, refusing to allow herself go soft. “How about coming clean and not being a manipulative asshole?” she hiss
‘Yes’. Those words landed on Lyra like a bucket of ice. She wanted to ask him why. Why he’d done something so twisted? But at this point, did it really matter? Would whatever sick explanation he’d cook make it up?Lyra stared at Tyson who was still standing by the door with a blank expression on his face and she wanted to shout. Wanted to scream. Tyson had taken a page out of a dark romance plot. Except this was real life. Her life. And he'd crossed a line. This was control… Manipulation, in its finest, purest form. That day, she felt alive. She'd thought she was controlling the stakes. Bargaining, negotiating, taking matters into her hands—anything, but stepping into a carefully written out script.She allowed the paper to slip off her finger and she stormed towards the door before it even landed on the ground. Just as she reached where Tyson stood, he grabbed her wrist. “I'm sorry,” he gritted out.Her face twisted into a deep scowl. She wretched her hand away and eyed him. “
The biggest misconception Lyra had was thinking this was a contract marriage. That their agreement would be over after a year. That she'd just get up and walk away when the contract said she would. For years, Tyson had kept his eyes on her. He'd watched the way his nephew had treated her. He'd watched her stay. Anyone with eyes could see that Alex only had eyes for Nadine. Either she was too naive to notice, or it wasn't a deal-breaker for her. Quite frankly, he had no right to interfere. She loved Alex and she seemed content with where she was. After all, Tyson wasn't a saint himself. He didn't deserve her. Not after everything. But he also knew that Alex didn't deserve Lyra either. She deserved somebody way better. Somebody that wasn't part of the Wilson family. Somebody that wasn't involved in this mess. He'd continued to be an observer, deciding to meddle only when it was truly necessary. He'd told himself he'd allow her to live her life and only step in when the Wilson
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Moments later, Tyson returned with a nurse in her mid-twenties. She checked Lyra's vitals and said she was fine. The impact from the accident wasn't fatal, and she just had a few bruises.After the nurse left, Tyson sat beside Lyra, an awkward silence stretching in the room. Until he broke it. “Sor
The soft hum of machines and the smell of antiseptic and drugs sifted through the air in Crestmont Medical Center. In Ward 105, Lyra slowly blinked her eyes open. She looked around, trying to take in the unfamiliar surroundings. Then she spotted Alex by her bed, jaw tight, glaring at her. “Alex?”
“Nadine?” Alex called out, worry etched on his face. Lyra knew that this was just one of Nadine's tricks. She wondered how Alex was always so blind to it. “Lex, please help me. I don't know what's wrong. I can't breat—” Nadine collapsed to the ground. Murmurs swept through the church. Men in
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