Fifty Million Dollar Contract: My Enemy Husband

the gap in the curtains, hitt

dy ached. Her muscles felt heavy and bruised. She reached

old. The space be

ver her chest. She looked down at her arms and collarbone. Faint red marks d

. She took a deep, shaky breath, forcing the lum

ock echoed from the

ir and wrapped it tightly around her body, tying the belt in a hard knot. S

grey business suit stood on the porch, holding a bla

d the door and

risp and professional. She held out a plain white business

the narrow entryway and walked straight into the living room. She se

er and a heavy Montblanc fountain pen.

ameron said, pointing to the documents. "The prenupti

. She stared down at the fifty pages o

n Mr. Clarke's personal life. In the event of a divorce, you leave with zero assets. You are required to play the role of a devoted wife

She felt like a piece of propert

Montblanc pen. The metal barrel wa

sent a violent flash of

everyone look like they were moving in slow motion. Eloise had gripped a folded piece of notebook paper so hard her hands cramped. She walked up to Christian, w

He took the paper, ripped it perfectly in half, and dropped it into a plastic trash can. Keep yo

st. Eloise's fingers trem

Clarke's patience is limited, M

her eyes. She flipped to the last page of the contract. She pressed the

ounded incredibly loud in the quiet room.

of the contract and slid it back int

er key embossed with the Clarke family crest, along wit

door. "You are expected to move into the Upper East Side penthouse

rom the closing door fluttered the pages

out and picked up the heavy silver key. Her fingers closed tight

ndt anymore. She was