Contracted By The Billionaire After Betrayal นิยาย & เรื่องราว

So, instead, she said to Adrian, "But we don't love each other -" "You married for love. How did that turn out?" Adrian pointed out. "Love can betray you... But I won't." Riley raised a brow. She inquired, "How would I know that you won't betray me?" Adrian remained relaxed and expressionless. He simply responded, "We can put that in the contract. Should I betray you, you can have half of my assets -" "What? Haha!" Riley had not laughed in a while, but Adrian's suggestion certainly tickled her bones. She supposed she should thank him. "Adrian? Have you lost your mind? You are a billionaire, for crying out loud!"

The smell of coffee and the smell of roasted chicken mixed with the anxiety rising in my chest. I stood there, questioning myself. “Why me?” I muttered. “Why would a billionaire, one of the coldest and most ruthless men in the city choose my hand in a contract marriage? I wish I had a better option than this one.” Unable to bear the thoughts alone, my voice slipped out getting louder, quiet yet loud enough for me to hear. “A contract marriage.” I had seen it in movies and read about it in novels, but I never imagined I would be trapped in such a situation.

“You realize this sounds like villain behavior, right?” Timothy’s voice remained calm. “You hacked my company.” “Allegedly.” Timothy said nothing. Elliot groaned. “God.” He looked down at the contract again. The salary. The resources. Access to one of the most advanced tech companies in the world. For someone like Elliot… it was a dream opportunity. Even if it came with chains. He tapped the pen against the table. “If I sign this… I work for you.” “Yes.” “And if I don’t?”

The realization hurt more than the betrayal at the wedding. Because this time… it wasn’t just Daniel. It was my own family. I turned onto my side, hugging the pillow as frustration built in my chest. How had everything spiraled so far out of control in just one week? A wedding. A betrayal. A contract marriage to the most dangerous billionaire in the city. And now a war between families. A soft knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. My heart jumped. “Come in,” I called quietly. The door opened slowly.

He was the billionaire who had stood shoulder to shoulder with Lucian during the syndicate wars, the man Zara had implicitly trusted to guard their completely legal, overworld bank accounts. His betrayal wasn't just corporate. It was profoundly, devastatingly personal. Lucian's massive, heavily corded frame did not just tense. The apocalyptic predator violently, entirely shattered his cage. The feral King of the American underworld let out a deafening, demonic roar of pure, unadulterated murder that physically shook the heavy mahogany desk.

"Julian went public. The press is already outside the building. He’s playing the devastated, betrayed husband whose pregnant wife was snatched by a ruthless billionaire. If we hide her now, we look guilty of a federal crime." A heavy silence descended upon the room. I looked at the glass walls, imagining the cameras pointed up at us from the streets below. I was trapped again. I had run from the viper, only to end up in the lion’s den, and now the viper was tearing down the walls to get me back. Killian didn't look at Marcus. He looked down at me. The ruthless, cold billionaire who had spent a decade building an empire out of spite looked... furious. Not at me, but at the fact that his fortr

She sighed. “It’s a long story.” “Then start talking.” For the next twenty minutes, Tatiana explained. Not everything. Not Lucien’s guilt. Not the accident. But enough. The contract marriage. Her siblings. Miranda. The threats. The protection. The symbol. The photo. By the time she finished, Adrian looked furious. Not shocked. Not confused. Furious. “You’re living with him?” Tatiana frowned. “Technically.” “You signed a marriage contract with a billionaire you barely know?”

"He blamed it on my father’s engineering firm. It killed a major contract, and it nearly bankrupted my family before I took over. My father died thinking he ruined our name." Sienna swallowed hard. "I didn't know." "Nobody does. It was handled quietly through non-disclosure agreements and out-of-court settlements," Declan said. He opened the study door, a sliver of warm desk light spilling onto the stone floor. "So when I saw an opportunity to take their leverage, I took it. You were the leverage, Sienna." "And now?" "Now you're my wife," Declan said simply. "And I protect my assets. Sleep well, Sienna."

​He laughs out loud, low and cold, his mockery slicing right through me. ​"You really are stupid, aren't you?" He reaches into his desk and throws a piece of paper on the floor. "Your stepmother already signed the new papers this afternoon. The contract doesn't say Chloe anymore. It says Elena. I paid off your dad's hospital bills in full, and she signed your life away for a wire transfer. You're mine." ​My breath catches. I feel myself choking on my thoughts. My own family literally sold me to a billionaire monster like eating cement.