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His Contract Bride, The Real Heiress

His Contract Bride, The Real Heiress

Rabbit
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I stepped from the taxi onto Manhattan's pristine curb, a naive farm girl from Montana. My mission: marry billionaire Julian Sterling for a contract. But my welcome was a trap; that night, I found myself in his bed, a drugged, vulnerable man clinging to me. The Sterling penthouse became a gauntlet. Julian's mother and stepsister relentlessly tried to undermine my "charity case" facade, insulting, sabotaging, and humiliating me, making my true mission perilous. Victoria tossed money into my breakfast. Stella set impossible tasks. Julian's friend, Vanessa, bribed me to leave and shamed me at a gala. Julian, cold and suspicious, demanded I "play the fool." Each cruel prank fueled a quiet fury. It was infuriating to be dismissed, knowing secrets I held. Julian's unexpected vulnerability and my grandfather's mysterious will sparked deeper questions. But I fought back. I shredded Vanessa's bribe, tamed a pop star, and outwitted Stella's sabotage, proving competence. Julian's disdain shifted to respect. This was now a battle for my inheritance, identity, and hidden truths.

Modern Romance Billionaires Hidden identities CEO
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The yellow taxi was a bruised, rattling anomaly against the pristine asphalt of the private driveway. It coughed exhaust fumes into the face of the gilded architecture that was "The Sterling," a residential tower that pierced the Manhattan sky like a needle made of money and arrogance.

Serena Vane paid the driver in crumpled cash, her movements slow and deliberate. She stepped out onto the curb. Her boots, worn leather things that had seen more mud than polish, hit the ground with a dull thud that seemed to offend the silence of the Upper East Side. She wore a flannel shirt that had been washed so many times the plaid was a ghost of its former red, and jeans that clung to her legs not out of fashion, but out of sheer structural fatigue.

She looked up. The building was a fortress of glass and steel. It was cold. It was impenetrable. It was exactly the kind of place that would chew a girl from Montana up and spit her out before the first course was served.

Or so they thought.

Serena adjusted the strap of her canvas duffel bag on her shoulder. It was heavy, dragging down her slight frame. Inside, hidden beneath layers of wool socks and thermal underwear, were components of a dismantled, vintage HAM radio receiver-or at least, that's what they looked like under an X-ray. In reality, the casings housed encrypted servers and satellite communication arrays, modified to look like rusted junk from the 80s.

She walked toward the revolving doors. The doorman, a man whose uniform cost more than the taxi she had just exited, stepped into her path. He didn't speak. He just held up a white-gloved hand, his nose wrinkling as if he had caught a whiff of something rotting.

"Delivery entrance is around back," he said, his voice flat. He didn't look at her eyes. He looked at her boots.

Serena stopped. She didn't flinch. She didn't apologize. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. It was folded into a small square, the edges soft from handling. She unfolded it with agonizing slowness and held it up.

"Grandfather Sterling said I should use the front door," she said. Her voice was a carefully constructed instrument-a soft, slightly drawling cadence that suggested wide-open spaces and a lack of formal education.

The doorman's eyes scanned the signature at the bottom. His posture collapsed. The arrogance drained out of him, replaced by a frantic, sweating terror.

"Miss... Miss Vane. I... my apologies. I didn't..."

"It's fine," she said, walking past him before he could finish his groveling. "Just get the door."

The lobby was a cathedral of marble. It smelled of expensive lilies and old money. Serena caught her reflection in the polished bronze of the elevator doors. For a split second, the mask slipped. Her eyes, usually wide and naive for her role, narrowed into shards of ice. She looked like a predator assessing a trap. Then, the elevator chimed, and the country girl returned.

The ride to the Penthouse took forty seconds. Forty seconds to breathe. Forty seconds to remember that she wasn't Serena Vane, the ghost, the hacker, the heiress. She was Serena Vane, the charity case.

The doors slid open directly into the foyer.

Victoria Sterling was waiting.

Julian's mother stood in the center of the room like a statue carved from malice and diamonds. She held a martini glass, the condensation dripping onto her fingers. She didn't move as Serena stepped out of the elevator. She just watched. Her eyes raked over Serena's flannel, her jeans, her boots. It was a physical violation, a dissection of her worth.

"You're late," Victoria said. Her voice was like breaking glass. "And you smell like... manure."

Serena didn't react. She didn't check her clothes. She didn't blush. She just blinked, slow and cow-like.

"Plane got delayed, ma'am. And it's probably just the taxi. Manhattan smells different than the ranch."

Victoria took a sip of her drink, her lip curling. "I'm sure it does. I assume you have luggage? Or is that sack everything you own?"

"Just the sack. Got my grandfather's old radio parts in there too. Heavy stuff."

A girl appeared from the hallway behind Victoria. She was younger, blonde, with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Stella. Julian's stepsister. The one the dossier said was desperate for approval and dangerous because of it.

"Oh, mother, don't be rude," Stella chirped, walking over. She circled Serena, sniffing theatrically. "She has a certain... rustic charm. Like a petting zoo."

Stella winked at Victoria. It was a clumsy signal, a shared joke at the expense of the idiot in the room. Serena saw it. She filed it away.

"I'll show you to your room," Stella said, hooking her arm through Serena's. The contact was recoil-inducing, but Serena let her muscles go limp. "Julian is so excited you're here. He insisted you have the best view."

They walked down a hallway lined with art that cost more than the GDP of a small country. Stella chattered about the "burden" of the estate, the "stress" of the upcoming gala, throwing words over her shoulder to see if Serena would catch them. Serena just nodded.

Stella stopped in front of a massive double door at the end of the hall.

"Here we are," Stella said, opening the door. "The Master Suite."

Serena paused on the threshold. The room was enormous. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the entire city. The bed was a king-sized island of white linen. But the air... the air smelled of sandalwood and cold ambition. There were men's cufflinks on the nightstand. A grey suit jacket was draped over a chair.

This wasn't a guest room. This was Julian's room.

"Are you sure?" Serena asked, widening her eyes. "It seems... lived in."

"Oh, Julian wants you here," Stella lied. The lie was smooth, practiced. "He believes in... building intimacy quickly. Since the wedding is so soon. He hates sleeping alone."

It was a trap. A blatant, juvenile trap. If Serena slept here, Julian would come home, find a stranger in his bed, and the resulting explosion would likely end the engagement before it began. It was exactly what Victoria and Stella wanted.

Serena looked at Stella. She saw the anticipation twitching in the girl's cheek.

"Okay," Serena said, stepping inside. "If Julian wants it."

"He does. Sweet dreams, farm girl."

Stella closed the door. Serena heard a suppressed giggle from the hallway, then footsteps retreating.

Serena waited five seconds. Then she turned the lock.

The mask dropped. She threw the heavy canvas bag onto the pristine white rug. She unlocked the false bottom of the bag, revealing the sleek, black matte surface of her equipment hidden within the rusted casings. She tapped the screen of a secure tablet.

Trust Portfolio Value: $5,000,000,000.00 [Access Restricted].

Available Liquid Funds: $42,000.00.

She checked the perimeter security feeds she had hacked into during the taxi ride. No cameras in the bedroom. Good.

She stripped off the flannel shirt, revealing a black tank top and arms that were toned, scarred, and dangerous. She walked into the bathroom-a space larger than her entire cabin in the cover story-and turned on the shower. She scrubbed the travel dust off her skin.

Once dried, she opened a small, unmarked jar from her bag. She applied a thin layer of translucent, texturizing gel to her hands and face. It dried instantly, leaving her skin feeling rougher, looking slightly sun-damaged and uneven. The "farm girl" complexion was as much a costume as the boots.

She deliberately put the flannel back on. The disguise had to be 24/7.

Her stomach growled. A low, angry sound.

She unlocked the door and padded out into the hallway. The penthouse was silent. She found the kitchen, a stainless steel laboratory that looked like it had never seen a crumb.

A maid was wiping down the counter. She looked up, startled.

"I'm hungry," Serena said, leaning against the doorframe.

The maid, Martha, looked nervous. She glanced toward the living room where Victoria was likely holding court. "I... The kitchen is closed, Miss. Mrs. Sterling has strict schedules. Dinner isn't until eight."

"I'm hungry now."

"I can't cook anything without authorization."

Serena didn't argue. She walked over to a crystal bowl in the center of the island. It was filled with perfect, waxy green apples. Imported. Organic. Decorative.

She picked one up.

"Don't!" Martha gasped. "Those are for the centerpiece!"

Serena polished the apple on her flannel shirt. She took a massive, loud bite. Crunch.

Victoria appeared in the doorway, drawn by the noise. She stared at Serena, at the apple, at the juice running down Serena's chin.

"That is imported fruit," Victoria hissed. "You are eating a decoration. You are disgusting."

Serena chewed slowly. She swallowed. She looked Victoria dead in the eye, her expression vacant but her posture defiant.

"It tastes like an apple," Serena said.

She turned around and walked back toward the bedroom, taking another bite. Crunch.

Back in the Master Suite, the sky outside had turned to ink. Thunder rumbled in the distance, vibrating against the glass. Serena finished the apple and tossed the core into a trash can made of gold mesh.

She looked at the bed. Julian's bed.

She knew who he was. Julian Sterling. The Wolf of Wall Street. The man who had turned his family's legacy into an empire. The man she was contractually obligated to marry to access her grandfather's trust.

She was tired. The jet lag, the acting, the weight of the mission.

She climbed onto the bed. She didn't get under the covers-that felt like a violation too far. She curled up on top of the duvet, hugging a pillow.

The scent of sandalwood hit her again. It triggered a strange, cold shiver down her spine. A physiological reaction she couldn't place. It felt like danger, or perhaps safety, but her mind couldn't label it. It was just a scent.

Focus, she told herself. Get the money. Get out.

She closed her eyes.

Downstairs, the heavy front door slammed open. Heavy footsteps echoed on the stairs. A man's voice, low and exhausted, muttered something to the butler.

The Wolf was home.

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