The Billionaire's Contract: Revenge On My Ex

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 702 | Released on: 22/01/2026

e fabric was plush, swallowing her slender frame. The master suite was cavernous-minimalist de

is knees. The wind from the ocean whipped at his white d

sitated, then slid one open. "Do we...?"

r, his gaze clinical. "We are married, Hester. But I don't force things

sh light of the chandelier, he noticed something. H

did t

g on her upper arm, shaped like four fingers. It was from whe

be tighter, cover

are Mrs. Rhodes now," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Your body i

d her. But as he turned to the bedside table and retrieved

oser. "Arm,"

of menthol. His touch was surprisingly gentle. He rubbed the salve into the bruise with slow, circular motions. He didn't look at

tionally. Haywood had never noticed her bruises; he had only caused them. Isham's fingers paused for a fraction

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d the sprawling leather sectional in

watched Isham settle onto the couch, opening his laptop again

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r wrists. "We're bleeding money! The investors are p

. "I tried to DM her to tell her

o me. We control the narrative. If she won't t

idea. "We say the 'Mystery Walk' was a breakdown. That she hijacked the sh

g across her face. "And drugs," she added. "S

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she's toxic, no agency will touch her. She'l

cked up his phone and dialed

mer model Hester Irwin has a p

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“I was a top-tier model with a fiancé I trusted to manage every cent I earned. I thought we were building a life together until a blown fuse at the studio sent me home twenty minutes early. The silence of the penthouse was broken by a trail of clothes: Haywood's silk tie, then a red-soled stiletto that belonged to Brandy, the girl I had mentored like a sister. Through the bedroom door, I watched the man I loved tell his mistress that I was "yesterday's news" while they tangled in the sheets I had picked out six months ago. I didn't scream; I just turned to leave, but the betrayal went deeper than the bedroom. When I checked my banking app, my balance was exactly $12.45. Haywood had liquidated every holding account and savings entry I owned, using a "tax strategy" he'd convinced me of to steal my entire past. Within hours, the man who robbed me was planting stories in the press, claiming I was having a drug-fueled breakdown. He wanted me penniless, homeless, and discredited so no one would believe the truth. He even tried to force me into a "rehab" facility to silence me forever while he promoted his pregnant mistress. I stood on a New York curb with nothing left but a desperate, insane idea born from a headline on my phone. Isham Rhodes, the most ruthless CEO in the city, needed a wife by thirty to keep his empire, and I needed a shield to survive mine. "Mr. Rhodes, I hear you need a puppet," I said, intercepting him in the rain outside City Hall. "I don't want your love. I want a legal document that makes me untouchable." He didn't ask for a romance; he asked for my ID. Now, with a billionaire's black card in my pocket and a marriage certificate in my hand, I'm going back to the agency to take back everything they stole. The war has just begun.”