The Billionaire's Contract: Revenge On My Ex

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 564 | Released on: 22/01/2026

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e sure she was under his thumb before

s and business tycoons. Haywood was already seated at a corner booth, waving at her.

id, scanning her face. "Go

A waiter appear

smiling benevolently. "The Salmon with dill

c to salmon, Haywood. My throat closes up. We

al, and Mr. Laurent from Vogue is at the next table. Just have a sm

cutive Chef appeared at the table. H

g slightly. "Apologies, but we ra

Michelin star restaurant.

turning to Hester. "For Ms. Irwin, we have pre

s intoxicating-earthy truffle, rich butter. It wa

," Haywood snapped.

Chef said smoothly. "And a patro

glass of red wine for Hester. "Château

m. In the far corner, near the kitchen entrance, she saw

. He wasn't here,

t have mentioned it to my assistant t

r another man's gesture because his ego

. It was rare, red juice flowing onto the white r

with his mouth full about stock prices and how the "apology

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d strength t

r that had been gripping her stomach all morning be

ross the table. "Here's the scri

didn't read it. She folded

king a sip of the 1998 vintage. "I'l

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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.”