Finance Romance 網路小說與 Protective Contract Marriage 故事

She signed her freedom away with a trembling hand and a heart full of rage. Two years as Lucien Cross's contracted wife, playing the role of loving spouse while he remained her enemy behind closed doors. Mara Quinn made a deal with the devil to save her family. He married her to claim his inheritance. Their marriage is a battlefield, their home a cage gilded in wealth she never wanted. But hate burns hot—and somewhere between the fights and the forced proximity, between the public kisses that mean nothing and the private moments that mean everything, the line between enemies and lovers begins to blur. She promised herself she'd walk away when the contract expired. He promised himself he'd never care. They were both wrong.

She broke into the wrong man’s office. Now she belongs to the Ghost of Wall Street. Clara Sterling came to steal back her father’s empire. Instead, Julian Cross, the ruthless billionaire known as the Ghost of Wall Street, caught her red-handed. His offer was simple and merciless: “Marry me for one year… or watch everything you love burn.” Trapped in a contract soaked in blackmail and obsession, Clara must play the perfect wife while a shadowy enemy, the deadly Goddard Family, circles them with poison, betrayal, and blood. In a world of luxury honeymoons, deadly boardrooms, and lethal secrets, hate ignites into something far more dangerous. Every chapter title is a line he once said to her. And the only man who can save her… might be the one who destroyed her. Married to the Ghost of Wall Street: Twisted Vows

On their third wedding anniversary, Elena Riva cooked, lit the candles, and waited. The text arrived at midnight, from a number she didn't know: a photo of her husband, Matteo Sartori, fashion's newest billionaire, his arms around a woman younger and prettier. Five years of devotion. Night shifts at eighteen so he could chase his dream, married at twenty in a secondhand dress. In return, a husband who looked at her like a bill he was tired of paying. He came home the next evening with the other woman on his arm, and it was Chiara who slid the divorce papers across the table. "Sign. It's cleaner this way." Elena signed, then drank herself blind and woke alone in a hotel suite: ten bundles of cash, an unnamed business card, no memory of the night. Only a phone number. Two years later, broke, her mother dying for a surgery she can't afford and a child growing under her heart, Elena calls the number. The man who answers is Dante Moretti, her ex-husband's estranged uncle, a name that makes grown men in Milan check the exits. He offers a contract marriage: her mother's surgery, his name for her baby, all bills paid. The gunfire at her own wedding corrects her idea of what she married. Then Elena builds her own fashion house, and it doesn't compete with Sartori. It wins. At the partnership meeting, the woman heading the table smiles with his ex-wife's eyes.