Jilted Wife: The Billionaire's Contract Bride

the blood draining from it. The device felt unnaturally heavy in her trembling hand as

s, his hand tangled in Ericka's blonde hair, their bodies pressed together with a desperate urgency. The second photo showed them wrapped in a tight embrace at the very top of the Ferris wheel at the Santa Monica Pier-a place Ch

rs turned

ect couple, the envy of their elite social circle. They had built E&C Holdi

eaving her drained and exhausted, and she had only just woken from a m

She swallowed it down, her nails digging into her palms, the sharp pa

images were child's play for anyone with a grudge. Today was the highly anticipated ninth anniversary of E&C Holdings. It was entirely possi

foundation to hide her pallor, and grabbed her car keys. She needed to get to the office before 3:00 PM to do a fina

ic traffic jam of memories and doubts. When she finally arrived at the towering glass skyscraper, she bypassed th

ent. As she approached Jereme's corner office, she noticed the heavy oak door wa

man's low, breathy moan drifted through the crack. It

with a raw, uninhibited lust. "God, I'm melting. I know sharing a man with my steps

to slush in her veins. She felt as though she had been s

's voice rasped, accompanied by the

realizes the IVF baby she's carrying isn't a mix of her and you, but actually our e

e world around her seemed t

r em

ing for forgiveness. But don't worry, baby, it won't come to that. She's terrified of the pain of childbirth, but she's doing it because she thinks it's ours. Once she delivers our baby, I'll initiate the hostile

njections, the emotional rollercoaster, the brutal morning sickness-it was all a calculated

received a frantic call, claiming his best man had been in a terrible car crash. He had rushed out in the pouring rain, leaving Chloe alone in her wedding dr

adn't been at the hospital. He had been wi

of love and devotion she had poured into this man turned to ash in her mouth. She was n

ream. She didn't give them the sat

on the runner. She retreated to the private executive washroom down the hall and locked

rched for the nearest private abortion clinic. She would not bring this c

nt' button, her phone vibrated violently. It was t

essage appeared

e child you are carrying does not belong to Jereme Elliott or Ericka

upils con

name: Blace Salinas

tan of global industry. He was a man who existed only in legends, exclusive boardrooms, and the pages of the W

prank. A sick

onversation she had just overheard

er. She needed the truth, no matter how absur

tic voice spoke, the sound vibrating through the speake

e Bur

with such definitive coolness,

g her own voice to remain stea

of si

al father of the child you are currently carrying. The Plaza Hotel, to

to respond, to question, or

was already in ruins, reduced to rubble by the man she had loved. And n