Contract Wife's Hidden Identity Revealed

anchor for the ruthless crime boss while he built an empire.

was his mistress. He paraded her around at galas, bought her

ged him for money for a life-saving treatment, but he told me he was busy

about your brother," he said casually, while I could hear

ed. He had forgotten every promise, even the one he made to

e for me, then broke my wrist when I lunged at her. After a car crash he caused,

om the county clerk revealed the truth. Killian and I were never legally m

verything he stole from me

pte

na

hisper that I was Killia

chor, the one thing holding him steady while he built an e

Dallas Lucas-the girl who had been my personal nightmare in hig

ight, a rare public appearance together. I had spent hours getting ready, choosing a dress the col

even bothe

ing. The bed grew cold, dinners were canceled with terse texts from

ntally" from Killian's account-selfies of her wearing my emerald necklace, the one h

s-up with my life, my

are genetic disorder was eating

nothing but the clothes on his back and a fire in hi

ad vowed, his hand over his

that bordered on begging. A new experimental treatment, off-

e laced with an irritation s

ar Dallas in the background, laughin

st powerful crime family, the man who rose from the gutter to control shipping routes and

ect, a PR move to soften

r stray cats while my brothe

s gon

fingers moved on their own, finding a num

gle text: *I

ck instantly. *

rned low. Killian and Dallas are on the screen, cutting a ribbon at the g

de for me. Its simple, hand-carved birds are a world away from the glittering life on the

a monument to the beautiful