Semua Bab REVENGE OF THE BILLIONAIRE'S CONTRACT BRIDE: Bab 1 - Bab 6

Zara's POV My throat tightened, as the word settled in. "Divorce agreement?" I echoed, barely recognizing my own voice."Yes," he said, his voice cold and his expression as unmoving as a stone."But.....I thought we had something special going on," I said, my voice trembling at the weight of disbelief. "I thought.... our marriage was going well." Tears streamed down my cheeks, each one carrying a piece of my hope."I don't love you. I never did," he said firmly, his gaze unflinching. "I merely pitied you."“Pity?” The word felt foreign to my ears, slicing through me like a blade.“Yes.” He sighed, his tone laced with finality. “Whenever I look at you, I see myself—a desperate struggle for love, acknowledgment, and acceptance from society and family. But I can’t do it anymore.”Without waiting for response, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving me standing there, shattered. My legs felt like lead as I forced myself to move, stumbling out to the pathway.Voice broke thr

Evander’s POVThe weight of Zara’s proposal still lingered in my thoughts as I sat in the dimly lit hotel room. Her revelation about seeking revenge against her family had caught me off guard, but instead of disdain, I found myself drawn to her. In the past, whenever Cassandra spoke about her elder sister’s pitiful existence, I’d wondered why Zara tried so hard to gain acceptance. Yet now, seeing her defiance and determination, I couldn’t help but admire her.That night, sleep evaded me. Zara lay motionless on the bed, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. But even in her rest, the lines of pain etched into her features were unmistakable. My heart clenched, unbidden, and an unfamiliar resolve began to stir. I wasn’t sure what I felt for her yet, but I knew I wanted to protect her—to ease her burdens, no matter what it took.Her insights about the future intrigued me. Were they coincidences, or did she genuinely know something others didn’t? I didn’t have answers, but I c

Zara’s POV The engagement was official. The headlines screamed it, the images were everywhere—Evander, effortlessly composed and dominant, standing beside me, his hand placed firmly on my waist as if I belonged to him. And me, the perfect counterpart, a dazzling smile on my lips, playing my part with the kind of grace and poise the media loved. It looked so real except that it wasn’t .The ring on my finger was heavier than I expected—not just in weight, but in significance. Every time I looked at it, I was reminded of the game I had chosen to play. But as I stood in Evander Blackwood’s penthouse the next day, staring at my own reflection, I couldn’t ignore the creeping feeling inside me. Had I just signed away my soul? I tightened my grip on the bathroom sink, forcing myself to breathe. This is what you wanted. This is what you fought for. A sharp knock on the door shattered my thoughts. “Zara.” Evander’s voice was calm, controlled. Always controlled. I opened the