The Contract Bride: Falling For Fury

Ciara Summers stepped out of the prison just as the sky turned dusky. She had been granted a one-day bail, with her freedom hanging on the ticking clock. Clutching a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it, she boarded a bus parked at the prison gate. The ride took her through winding roads, and by the time she arrived at a secluded mansion halfway up a mountain, the day had surrendered to night.A silent doorman greeted her and guided her through the grand but shadowed halls, leading her to a dark bedroom. The moment she stepped inside, the heavy scent of blood hit her. Before she could adjust to the darkness, strong arms yanked her forward, pulling her into a tight embrace. A warm breath brushed against her ear. “So, you’re the last pleasure they sent for me... the call girl?”The words struck her hard. “Call... girl?” she whispered, tears welling up. Fear gripped her as her voice trembled. “Are you... dying?”“Yes. Any regrets taking this job?” The man’s voice was cold, his

Samuel’s brows knitted together instantly. “What?” he barked, striding quickly into the bathroom.The room was empty, but his gaze landed on the wall, where a message was scrawled in blood: “Mr. Fury, regardless of our social gap, I’d never marry you. Goodbye.” The handwriting was precise and bold, reflecting the writer’s determined spirit.For a moment, Samuel stood there, dumbfounded. Could his research on her have been wrong?After a brief pause, he snapped out of it and issued a command. “Search the mountain!”He couldn’t let his mother’s final wish go unfulfilled.At the back of the mountain, Ciara clung to the thorny vines, carefully lowering herself down the steep slope. Her clothes were in tatters, but she managed to evade the Fury family’s search by hiding under a dense thicket until nightfall. Once darkness fully descended, she continued her escape, moving around the mountain until she found a way out.By dawn the next day, Ciara arrived at the Luscious Residence, her presen

Ciara never imagined she would see Samuel here, especially not like this. When she turned around, the shock on her face was unmistakable.Samuel leaned casually against the doorway, his expression unreadable, yet his tone was smooth as velvet. “You could’ve come to me if you needed help,” he said, his voice deceptively warm. “Why drag my mother into this?”Ciara was taken aback, her mind racing to catch up. Before she could form a reply, Samuel’s grip tightened around her arm, and without waiting for her consent, he began leading her out of the room.From behind, Mary’s voice echoed softly, filled with warmth. “Samuel, be good to Ciara. Make her happy.”Samuel only gave a brief nod as he shut the door behind them, his grip on Ciara’s arm unrelenting as they walked down the long hospital corridor. The moment they reached a secluded corner, his demeanor shifted. The kindness vanished, replaced by something far colder. Without warning, he shoved her against the wall, his hand coming up t

Samuel walked into the bathroom, turned on the cold shower, and let the icy water hit him. Ciara, meanwhile, was curled up on the bed in the second bedroom, hugging her legs and berating herself. Why hadn’t she reacted more strongly to his embrace?“Do you really want to marry into a wealthy family, Ciara Summers?” she thought. “You’re so shameless. Samuel was clearly repulsed. How could he be interested in someone just out of prison and pregnant?”Her restless night was filled with self-reproach. She woke up early the next morning and found the living room empty. She quickly wrote a note on a piece of paper with her strong, neat handwriting: “Please excuse me, Mr. Fury. I assumed you wouldn’t return, and I’m sorry for using your bathroom. I’ll pretend nothing happened, and I hope you will too.”After leaving the note, Ciara went to the hospital to visit Mary. She hadn’t seen the housekeeper that morning, realizing that Mary had made arrangements for her and Samuel to spend the night

Upon hearing the news, Ciara’s heart sank with despair. Samuel and she were supposed to be married, yet they felt like strangers. Now, Samuel was about to be engaged to her enemy—Linda.Her sorrow was compounded by the fact that she still didn’t know the cause of her mother’s death. She wanted to investigate but had neither the money to travel home nor the means to support herself and her child. All she could do was endure.Ruby, brimming with excitement, rushed to Colt. “Colt, is it true? Samuel and Linda are getting engaged? Did both families have a formal meeting first? Are Samuel’s grandfather and father okay with Linda, even though she’s adopted?”The mention of “adopted” deepened Ciara’s anguish. Linda and Ciara had been raised in the Luscious family, but while Linda was treated like a precious gem from the start, Ciara had been a foster child. She was taken there by her mother. however, she came back to get her Three years after puting her in foster care. But, a year later, her