Todos los capítulos de Contracted to the Cold Ceo: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Chapter 1: The Trap​“Sign it, Emaline. It’s the only way out.”​Emaline staring at the legal documents spread across the glass table. Her hand trembled as she held the pen.​Across from her sat Carter Vance—her fiancé of two years. Or rather, her ex-fiancé as of twenty minutes ago.​“You framed me,” Emaline whispered, her voice shaking with a mix of fury and disbelief. “You transferred millions in debt from Vance Media into my name. You stole my father’s life savings!”​Carter didn’t even flinch. He adjusted the cuff of his Rolex, a cold, arrogant smile playing on his lips.​“Business is cruel, darling,” Carter said smoothly. “Your family was naive enough to trust me. Now, you owe sixty million dollars to creditors who don't take no for an answer. Sign over your father’s land rights, or you go to prison by midnight.”​Emaline’s chest heaved. Her family was ruined. Her father had suffered a stroke two days ago from the stress, her mother was weeping in a hospital waiting room, and her

Chapter 3: The Devil’s RulesEmaline stood in the center of the third floor dry cleaning suite, staring at the dark navy jacket hanging on the rail. The faint, stubborn outline of the airport coffee stain was still visible near the lapel.She scrubbed at the fabric with a special steaming brush, her knuckles turning red.Ten minutes. He had given her ten minutes to fix an expensive suit and organize a billionaire's calendar."Arrogant tyrant," Emaline muttered under her breath, aggressively dabbing the cloth. "He thinks because he bought my debt, he owns my every breath."Yet, a small voice inside her reminded her of the alternative. If she were back in Country Z, Carter’s thugs would be knocking on her mother’s front door right now. Her father would be stripped of his life support. Sixty two million dollars was a death sentence, but Aiden Blackwood had wiped it away with a single stroke of his pen.She glanced at the silver clock on the wall. Eight minutes had passed.Grabbing the fr

Chapter 5: The Executive SuiteThe dark Maybach glided through the iron gates of Blackwood Manor, the tires crunching softly over wet gravel. Midnight had long passed. Inside the silent cabin, the heavy, suffocating silence returned, replacing the electric adrenaline of the ballroom.Emaline sat against the leather seat, staring out the tinted window as pine trees blurred past in the dark.Her reflection in the glass looked like a stranger—glamorous, jewel-draped, and ruthless. For two hours, she had stood beside the most feared man in Country A and watched her ex-fiancé crumble. It had been exhilarating."You're quiet," Aiden's deep baritone cut through the darkness.Emaline turned her head to look at him.He was leaning back against his seat, his tuxedo jacket unbuttoned, his silk bow tie loosened around his collar. The harsh, rigid posture he maintained in public was slightly relaxed, making him look dangerously human. His icy grey eyes were fixed on her through the dim interior li

Chapter 7: The Lion’s DenBy nine forty-five, the central press room of Blackwood Tower was packed to capacity. Camera flashes exploded like lightning against the dark glass backdrop, and the air was thick with the frantic energy of dozens of journalists shouting over one another.This wasn't just a corporate announcement; it was a bloodbath in the financial world. The sudden downfall of Carter Vance and the absorption of Vance Media had sent shockwaves through the market, and every reporter in Country A wanted a piece of the story.Behind the stage, in the holding suite, Emaline stood in front of a full-length mirror.She wore a sharp, tailored ivory cream pant suit with a silk camisole underneath. Her chestnut hair was pulled back into a sleek, low ponytail, and her lips were painted a bold, confident rose. Gone was the vulnerable girl in an oversized shirt; standing in the mirror was an executive ready for war.The heavy door opened, and Aiden walked in.He had put on his dark char

Chapter 9: The West Wing StudyThe digital clock on the mahogany nightstand read 6:58 PM.Emaline Gonzalez stood in front of the full-length mirror in her suite, smoothing down the fabric of a deep burgundy silk blouse that paired seamlessly with her tailored black trousers. Her reflection was steady, but her mind was racing. The text message from Victoria Sterling still glowed on her phone screen, sitting face-down on the bed like an unexploded mine.“Ask him what happened to the last woman who thought she could warm his cold heart.”The words hung in the air, dripping with malicious intent and ancient history. Victoria wasn't just a disgruntled ex-fiancée; she was a predator staking her claim, attempting to plant the seeds of doubt in Emaline's mind before the war even properly began. But Emaline hadn't survived the brutal corporate collapse of Vance Media by letting shadows scare her. She had looked Carter Vance in the eyes while he ruined her family, and she wasn't about to cower