Married For Revenge: The Billionaire's Contract Wife

Elaine’s POVNobody ever told me your wedding anniversary could break your heart in ways you didn’t know.“Ma’am, you need to order or leave. You have been here for too long.” The male waitress said with a deep frown on his face.“I’m sorry, my husband will be here soon.” I apologized, and he walked off begrudgingly.“I’m so sorry, Elaine, I will be thirty minutes late.” I read the message out loud from my phone. I scoffed hard. No reason. No excuse.It was already 11:30 pm as I looked around the almost empty Gracie restaurant. It had been packed with lots of people when I had walked in at 8 pm. The slow and sweet jazz music had filled the entire room, and several waiters had passed me by as they delivered to other tables.Gary had booked a reservation to celebrate our fourth wedding anniversary. He had been very distant the past few months, since his childhood sweetheart’s return to New York five months ago.“Gary, you barely have time for me these days.” I had complained one morning

Elaine’s POVI stood outside the gigantic Wayne Villa, the tall building hovered above me, swallowing my tiny frame. Guests flocked in numbers; it was the Waynes’ Family annual charity Gala.Due to everything that had been happening the past few days, I had completely forgotten about it. I had only gotten a reminder email that morning about the gala.Gary had barely been around; his excuse this time was that he had a deal he needed to close. I stood outside holding the bouquet in my hand.“Why don’t you come in?” Mr & Mrs Wayne approached me.Mr Wayne had the most genuine smile on his face, unlike Mrs Wayne, who couldn’t hide the scowl on her face.“Where is my son? Didn’t you remind him of the Gala?” She hissed.“He… he… will be late.” I finally said, the flowers trembled in my hands.“You really do not know how to be of use to your husband. How about an heir?”“Why don’t you let the poor girl rest?” Mr Wayne said calmly.Mrs Wayne had always had something against me. She has opposed

Elaine’s POVThe whole ride to the house, I couldn’t stop thinking of ways to make Gary and Elizabeth pay for all I had lost. My years of sacrifice. My baby. My marriage.The press had not spared me. News of Elizabeth’s pregnancy and my divorce had hit the news. I am sure she had purposely leaked the news to the press.“You shouldn’t read the comments. People are mean.” Laura warned me as she grabbed my phone from me. But I needed to see what everyone thought of me. What they said about me.“Laura…” I said sternly.There was nothing more anyone could do for me. I had lost it all already. A few hurtful words couldn’t break me. So I thought.“Elizabeth is the real queen.” One comment read.“Elizabeth did in a few weeks what Elaine Wayne couldn’t do in four years.”“Barren woman.”The comments tore at every string of my heart as I read on. The meaner they were, the more my resolve for revenge hardened. My face darkened with rage as I kept reading.Not a single comment had been on my side

CHAPTER 7: Final AgreementElaine’s POVI sank into my bed, face buried deeply into it as I swung my legs violently in the air. “What did I just do, Laura?” I pulled back as I picked my phone up.“Calm down, girl. I bet he didn’t take you seriously.” Her soft chuckles didn’t calm my anxiety.“I understand how badly Gary and Elizabeth need to pay for what they did to you, but getting married to a stranger?”Steve had only stared at me as I proposed the marriage. After a few seconds, he had stood up, walked to me, and extended his hands to me.“Expect my lawyers once they draft up an agreement.”My hands trembled as I took his while silently biting my bottom lip at my last-minute decision.How am I to explain to my dad that I had only just finalized my divorce, but here I am getting married to a stranger?**** A week went by with no news from Steve or his lawyers. I had slowly given up hope of him accepting my offer when my phone beeped that morning.“Miss Elaine Smith, the Documents

CHAPTER 9: The Price of being Mrs GreysonElaine’s POV“Steve’s fiancée?” I dropped my drink carefully as Vivienne took a seat next to me.“I was hoping it was a lie when I heard Steve had married someone from the… slum.” She crossed her legs and twirled her hair around.There had been nothing in the news about Steve having a fiancée. How was this woman claiming to be his fiancée?“Vivienne, what are you doing here?” Steve barked.“Did you cancel our marriage arrangement, so you could settle for… less?” Vivienne stood up to face Steve, wrapping her hands around his arm.Steve brushed it off, pushing her off lightly. He took a step back as he turned to me.“Is she really your fiancée? I mean… how could we…”“She is my ex-fiancée. I called off our engagement a year ago.” He moved closer to me, eyes bearing into mine. “You swore to never get married, how could you two have gotten married? I have known Steve for twenty years now, and you don’t seem to be his type of woman.” Vivienne wal