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2026-06-21 20:05:02
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Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Honeymoon
ANASTASIAMy hair danced in the wind, slapping over my face. My lips felt chapped even with gloss smudged over them. I pulled my coat closer together, shielding myself from the wind from the jet's engines. I squinted, glancing at Dominic. His hair danced in the wind, falling over his forehead, longer than it looked slicked back, his leather jacket dancing in the wind. His hands slipped into his pockets, his shoulders straight. I tugged my hair behind my ear, the strands slipped past my fingers, slapped against my face.Fucking hell, the wind was doing this to me on purpose.I heard his footsteps slow down. Before I could turn, I felt his hand gather my hair, pulling it into place, making me stop. His cold fingers drifted across the back of my neck as he pulled my hair together. I froze, my fingers tightening around my coat."Hair clip?" he asked, stretching his hand into my view."What in fucking hell are you doing?"He leaned in close, his chest brushing against my back. His knuckle
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Dresses
ANASTASIA I ran my finger along the rack of dresses, pausing at each one to inspect it. I could feel the weight of everyone's gaze, the designer holding his breath, each inhale hitching as my finger slipped past another dress. It was almost laughable. The corners of my lips tugged up. Dominic had brought an entire designer brand into the living room this morning. I rolled my eyes. My fingertip brushed against a dress. The satin glided beneath my touch. I could feel the heat of a gaze scorching into me. I looked up. Dominic sat on the couch, coffee in hand, his blue eyes trained on me, one finger tapping against the cup. The tapping stopped the moment our eyes met. Our gazes locked, my finger still hooked around the dress. "Is that your pick?" he asked, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk. I released the dress, my eyes dropping to the price tag. $500, written in bold black ink for a single dress. My lips tugged up. I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. "A
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Memories
ANASTASIA I kicked my feet into the pool, watching the ripples spread. The water felt cold against my bare skin.I sighed, leaning against the edge of the pool.I brushed a finger over my thigh, feeling the deep bumpy line of a scar. I bit my lips, as memories surged on.I could still hear it. The distant memories of when I was a child floated to the surface. ———13 years ago.I woke up to the darkness in my room, light rushing in through the half open door. I clutched at my teddy bear, adjusting my eyes to the darkness. My stomach hurt from the cold cereal I had for dinner. I pressed my palm over it, willing the pain away.I stepped out of the bed, the floor felt cold against my feet. I used my feet to push the door open, because I couldn't reach the knob. Clack.I gasped as the harsh sound of glass shattering cut through the room. I leaned on the railings taking in the scene in front of me. I held my breath, clutching my teddy bear in my arms, the bed felt too cold. I wanted to a
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Silence
ANASTASIAClack. Clack.The sound of knife cutting against a plate.I look across the table at Dominic. His back is straight, hair perfectly styled back, eyes focused on his dinner as his knife cuts cleanly into the steak like it isn’t just half-done meat. I push my hair off my face, struggling to slice through my own.“Shit,” I curse when the steak shifts farther away from the plate.I look up. He’s looking at me, cold blue eyes boring into mine.I remember the way his eyes blazed, the way his jaw had tightened, the way he looked like he's moments away from hitting me. I hate how easily that image comes to mind.He raises his cup, takes a sip of water, and then stands up and walks away.The clicking of his shoes against the tiles grows distant.I hear the thud of the front door. It’s been like this for a week.Passing by each other in the hallways. Quiet, awkward dinners.My fingers tighten around the fork. I toss it on the table. This place feels like a cage, one built and plac
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract His anger
ANASTASIAThe room is lit only by moonlight seeping through the curtains. The curtains flutter with the wind, rising like something big lurks behind them, then flattening again. Each flutter brings bone-chattering cold.I toss on the bed, eyes shut tight, minutes dragging. “Shit. I can’t fucking get any sleep,” I curse. I kick the mattress until it bunches at my feet and bury my face in the pillow.“Shit. I can’t fucking get any sleep,” I groan, my words muffling into the pillow.I reach for my phone and stare at the text illuminating the screen. _‘Do you think Dominic is only here for the shares?’_ Shit.My hands tighten on the pillow. I kick the mattress off, get out of bed, and walk into the bathroom. I splash water on my face and stare at my reflection in the mirror, at the dark circles under my eyes. “I could be a ghost,” I grin at my own joke, dabbing a towel against my skin. I walk out of the bathroom. My eyes fall on my phone resting on the nightstand. I reach for it
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Where they belong.
ANASTASIA “Absolute fucker,” I curse, downing another glass of whisky. Rita cranes her neck away from her computer, pushing her glasses further up her nose. “What did he do this time?” “Emptied my fucking wardrobe. Threw my designers out.” This time, her eyes widen. “Well, he's correct. Your taste isn't exactly likeable.” I glare at her, swirling the glass in my hand. “How's the company?” “Holding on. Dominic invested two hundred million dollars. Investors are coming around. A month tops, and the shares will be moving steadily.” I lean against the desk. “And Leonard?” She glances at me, trying to gauge any sensitive feelings. “The media is doing a nasty job bashing Eunice after your little added quote in front of the press, but then again, she still has supporters.” “After all, society likes an innocent fairy finding a rich prince, and getting rid of the evil fiancée.” I sigh. “When was the last time I had a party? Got lost in a crowd and alcohol?” “You ca
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract In the public eye
DOMINIC“What the fuck happened to my clothes?” she asks, clenching and unclenching her jaw for the third time.“I threw them away.”Her eyes flare instantly. Her skin is still damp from the shower, hair dripping in uneven strands, face bare, the mole on her cheek no longer hidden by makeup.“The f
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Why did you kiss me?
ANASTASIA The car smells like leather, and the faint cologne of the man seating in front of me. My heart is thumping so hard I swear I hear my ribcage crack. The limo feels too tight, my knee pressed against Dominic's. I shift, in an attempt to gain space between us. Dominic's tapping his finge
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Kiss
ANASTASIAWe follow Matteo deeper into the mansion. His back rigid and every step calculated as if afraid one wrong step would piss the man behind him off. He stops in front of a room.“A dress has been arranged for Mrs. Blackwood. Please make yourself comfortable.” The title makes me shift uncomfo
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract My wife
ANASTASIA“He just has to show up late, dosen't he” I whisper, glancing toward the entrance—no sign of Dominic.The hall is huge, flooded with people. I feel painfully out of place, maybe because I’ve avoided them for so long. Everyone has something to say about me.Hushed whispers about me, yet lo
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