Ruthless Tycoon: Protecting My Contract Wife

Chapter 4

Word Count: 682 | Released on: 18/05/2026

train hissed to a stop at

d two miles down the pitch-black coastal road. The ocean

essed her thumb to the biometric scanner. The lock

be asleep by now. The massive estate was us

rst floor was pitch black. The heavy stench

ensing. She dragged her hand along th

echoed from the center of the dark room, fol

e darkness, guided only by the pale moonlight

tipped over on the Persian rug, its

ed on the floor amidst

His chest heaved violently, like

iquid was dripping steadily from his palm onto

status as an employee. She rus

his head around. His eyes were lethal,

, his voice raw and d

a second. But looking at the blood pooling around h

ked straight to the wall and hit

had shattered. It was a silver picture frame. Inside was a

e floor, trying to push his upper body up, but his paralyzed legs re

he saw her own desperate, cornered re

oring the glass crunching under her

ently yank his arm a

d was simple. It just needed to be cleaned and dressed. The thought gave her a sliver of control in a world that had spun out of it. She

embling around him. No one had ever sp

hed into the bottom drawer of the end table and

ticulously pulled a jagged shard of glass fr

her pale, freezing cheeks. The violent storm rag

detergent on her clothes. It wasn't

tly in white gauze. She tie

eir eyes locked in

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REGINA MCBRIDE Romance

“Amira worked grueling shifts to pay for her NYU tuition, only to return home and hear her parents plotting her ruin. Her mother decided to force her to drop out and marry a creepy, fifty-year-old man for a $50,000 dowry, just to secure her brother's future. When Amira refused and fled into the freezing rain for help, her wealthy best friend maliciously framed her for having underground gambling debts. Her boyfriend Angelo believed the lies, looked at her dripping wet figure with pure disgust, and dumped her on the spot. Cornered, Amira returned to pack her bags, only for her mother to lock her inside a sweltering, windowless bedroom for three days without food or water. Her mother intended to starve her into submission before handing her over to the old man. As her fever spiked and her throat bled, Amira felt the crushing weight of utter despair. She couldn't understand why her own blood treated her like disposable livestock, while the people she loved threw her to the wolves. But what her greedy family didn't know was that the night before, a desperate Amira had gone to her reclusive, billionaire boss and signed a marriage contract. Just as she was about to die on that floor, the heavy padlock was smashed open by men in expensive suits. "If you ever come near Mrs. Shaw again, I will make you beg for death." Amira was done crying, and it was time to make them all pay.”