My Contract Husband Is A Cursed Billionaire

Chapter 4

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istered. The second was the soft, crisp sheets against her sk

ened h

ome, with sharp, aristocratic features, but his skin had a translucent

er a glass of water. His voice was gentle, yet it h

cing together the fragments of memory from last night.

my life last night. Then you collap

ike a lead weight. So this was h

a puzzle. She woke up in a strange place, a needle in he

continue, the door to the room w

nley mention a "Miss Sharp" during admission and knowing the other Miss Sharp

on, and Seraph

y burst into tears. "Brother, it's her! That's the one

saster! What are you doing here? This room was prepared fo

. "Mr. Finley, I am so sorry you had to see this. This is ou

You can't mean to marry her. She's nothing but a curse herself.

rmance with a detached, a

and his frame was slender, but as he stood, an aura of

nt, protective barrier. He looked at the thr

voice cutting through their noise. He looked at

arion. "Second, I broug

nd third, and most importantly, from this moment on, she is my fianc

he man they had written off as a walking corpse, now radiatin

ation crumbling. "But... but she's no

em with my choice? Or shall I call your father and explain how you're i

a sick man. It was the look of a pred

lings. "Of course not, Mr. Finley. We were just... worried. Chloe

t them. "Then take your worr

ned, resentful siblings out of the

her bed. A strange, unfamiliar warmth bloomed in her chest. For the first

ra vanishing as if it had never been there. He

he said softly. "I hope

s man, this contract, this marriage... it was all bec

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My Contract Husband Is A Cursed Billionaire

Jenn Curlin Fantasy

“As the eldest daughter of the Sharp family, I was treated worse than a stray dog, while my younger sister Seraphina was their precious princess. When the family needed someone to marry a dying billionaire heir, they naturally chose me to take her place. To force my consent, my brothers held a peanut butter sandwich to my face-knowing it was a lethal allergy-while dangling my EpiPen just out of reach. On speakerphone, my own mother sighed in annoyance. "Let her die. It might be for the best." I choked out an agreement just as my throat closed up. But the forced engagement broke my sacred mystical vow, causing me to violently cough up my own lifeblood. Seeing the blood, Seraphina dramatically fainted. My brothers instantly carried her to the hospital, stepping over my dying body and leaving me to bleed out on the cold marble floor. I had to use a forbidden blood rune, draining my last ounce of strength, just to survive the night. Even the mystical Order I served offered no comfort, calling only to demand I secure ten billion dollars for them or forfeit my soul for eternity. Abandoned by my blood family and my spiritual master, I was completely alone, left with nothing but a broken body and a ticking clock. But they made one fatal mistake: they let me live. I turned to the dying heir they forced me to marry, a man plagued by a dark curse only I could cure. "I will be your wife, and I will save your life," I told him. In exchange, I would use his unimaginable wealth and power to make everyone who threw me away pay the ultimate price.”