BOUND BY THE BILLIONAIRES CONTRACT
/1/127579/coverbig.jpg?v=2ea34f2e2c2f3053a637d5acfe2fbf25)
His Unwanted Wife, The Hidden Genius
I flew back to New York on my twenty-fifth birthday, carrying vintage gold cufflinks I spent weeks finding for my billionaire husband, Declan. But when I walked into our townhouse, I found him throwing a massive victory party with Sloane, a glamorous socialite, standing by his side as the proud hostess. "Don't cause a scene. Go upstairs." Declan coldly dismissed me in front of his guests. Even Poppy, the rookie player whose shattered ankle I had painstakingly rebuilt, rolled her eyes and ignored me to suck up to Sloane. Hiding in the shadows, I heard the maids gossiping that everyone thought Sloane was the future Mrs. Hartford. To make matters worse, I discovered Sloane had stolen my anonymous, groundbreaking medical algorithm and was planning to present it as her own. First my husband, then the girl I mentored like family, and now the scientific foundation I had built with my own hands. Declan even texted me to cancel our birthday breakfast without a single apology, treating me like an annoying afterthought. My tears vanished, replaced by a freezing clarity. I signed the divorce papers, leaving them on his desk with zero demands for his money. Then I packed my bags, booked a one-way ticket to Boston, and prepared to destroy them on the global stage.
Chapter 1
Aurelia Vance POV:
I had been married to Declan Hartford for three years.
Today was my twenty-fifth birthday, and I had flown back from Boston in secret, hoping for one quiet evening with my husband.
I'd spent a week carefully picking out a pair of gold cufflinks as a gift for my husband.
But the laughter spilling from the front door told me I was already too late: the woman who had taken my place at his side was already inside.
The heavy oak door swung open before I reached the porch. Three young players from the New York Titans, Declan's NHL franchise, stumbled out with crystal tumblers of scotch, laughing loudly. They barely glanced at me as they passed.
I stepped into the grand foyer. The heat hit me instantly,expensive champagne, roasted tenderloin, cigar smoke.
Dozens of people filled the double parlor: executives, scouts, wives in designer dresses.
In the center stood Declan, tall and broad in a bespoke charcoal suit. Beside him, laughing into his ear, was Sloane Whitfield, her backless silver dress catching the chandelier light. Her hand rested on his forearm like she belonged there.
Before I could take another breath, a blur of blonde hair darted past my elbow.
"Sloane!" Poppy Delacroix cried, throwing her arms around Sloane's slender waist. "You were completely right about the catering! This is literally the best victory party the team has ever had!"
Poppy is fourteen, a junior elite forward prospect.
I scouted her two years ago from a crumbling youth league, back when she was at her lowest.
Her parents had once shown me great kindness, and I knew they had already passed away, leaving her all alone in the world.
Declan and I adopted her together.
I rebuilt her shattered ankle with a custom rehabilitation plan.
I had always loved and cared for her as both a mother and a sister.
Now, she did not even glance in my direction.
Declan turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd until his eyes locked onto mine. The easy grin on his sharp jaw vanished instantly. His brows drew together in a hard, irritated line.
He excused himself from Sloane, cutting through the throng of players with long, impatient strides.
"Aurelia," Declan said, stopping two feet in front of me. His voice carried zero warmth. "What are you doing here?"
My throat felt like sandpaper.
"I took the four o'clock flight from Boston," I whispered, clutching the strap of my bag until my knuckles turned white. "It is my birthday, Declan. I thought we could—"
"We are celebrating the division win," he cut in, his tone sharp enough to draw blood. "The board is here. The sponsors are here. Sloane spent four consecutive days coordinating this event so the organization could project stability."
He did not look at me. His gaze slid past my shoulder to the bar, like I was a waitress who had wandered into the wrong room.
"Don't cause a scene," he added quietly. "Go upstairs."
A soft, mocking murmur rippled through a cluster of players' wives standing near the grand staircase. Two women with platinum blowouts exchanged knowing glances over their flutes of Dom Pérignon.
"I didn't know," I said, my voice barely audible over the swelling music. "I am sorry."
I turned toward the staircase, my legs trembling beneath my wool trousers.
Near the landing, Poppy was adjusting her designer jacket in the hallway mirror.
"Poppy," I said softly, pausing beside her. "How is your ankle feeling after Thursday's third period? Did you complete the isometric sequence I sent?"
Poppy rolled her eyes, sighing loudly as she pulled out her phone.
"Aurelia, please, not right now," she muttered without looking at me. "Sloane is introducing me to a marketing director from one of our partners. I don't have time for your spreadsheets."
The dismissive edge in her voice hit me harder than Declan's coldness. I had stayed up until three in the morning reviewing her biomechanical scans while she was recovering from surgery, and now I was just an annoyance in the way of her social ascent.
I walked up the rest of the stairs and entered the primary suite—the massive, sterile bedroom allocated to me under our prenuptial agreement.
I sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled out the velvet box. The gold cufflinks gleamed under the bedside lamp, cold and useless.
Downstairs, cheers erupted. The sound vibrated through the floorboards.
I walked to the French doors overlooking the rear garden. Down on the illuminated patio, Sloane was directing two servers by an ice sculpture. Declan stood beside her, his head bent down as he listened to her speak, his hand casually brushing the small of her back.
They looked like the couple the city expected them to be.
My phone buzzed in my coat pocket. I pulled it out, hoping against hope.
It was an email notification.
"Happy Birthday, Aurelia. Remember that true science requires patience and solitude. You are meant for greater arenas than New York boardrooms. -Dr. Edmund Sterling."
My mentor at Harvard was the only person in the world who had remembered.
I typed a brief "Thank you, Professor" and shut off the screen.
Hours passed. The bass eventually quieted, replaced by the occasional clatter of glassware and slamming car doors. My throat burned with thirst.
At two in the morning, I padded downstairs in my stocking feet to fetch a glass of water from the butler's pantry.
As I rounded the corner near the service hallway, the voices of two newly hired catering maids stopped me dead in my tracks.
"Miss Whitfield is stunning," the first girl whispered, scraping dessert plates into a bin. "Mr. Hartford's girlfriend carries herself like royalty."
"A girlfriend?" the other asked, pausing. "But isn't Mr. Hartford rumored to be married? Is it inappropriate to be this close with Whitfield?"
"Married?Where did that come from? Even if there was one, they must have split long ago. I've worked three events here this month, and Miss Whitfield is the only woman hosting by his side. Everyone knows she's the future Mrs. Hartford."
I shrank back into the cold shadow of the archway, my blood turning to ice.
In the home where I held a legal marriage certificate, my presence had already been wiped clean.
/1/102990/coverbig.jpg?v=20260120183117)
Mafia's contract: Bound by Contract
Aiden Armstrong, CEO of skylight group and boss of the Dark Flood mafia, has a dark fetish for virgins-an obsession that leads him to Avery Kingston. He was in need of a wife in order to get control of his grandfather's legacy. The Kingston's offered him a proposal, one where both sides benefi
/0/74211/coverbig.jpg?v=49a0bcdcced99f6981aecde77a514d41)
BOUND BY THE TYCOON'S CONTRACT
When struggling designer Elena Carter is cornered into signing a marriage contract with ruthless billionaire Damian Blackwood, she believes she's just exchanging six months of her life for financial security. But as she steps into his world of power and deception, the line between business and desir
/0/52383/coverbig.jpg?v=8b142e7a05cfdf9973590642cfdee748)
Bound by the Contract Vow
SYNOPSIS: "Be my bride, Emma!" What! Emma thought, was she hearing things? The cold boss was asking her to marry him? Williams a handsome and Cold billionaire who lived in a small town in the glamorous city of New York. His world was turned upside down when his grandfather, a cunning old man was det
/1/102389/coverbig.jpg?v=5c19c06361d231e2672a07df45deb3b5)
Bound by a Contract
To the world, they are perfection, the billionaire and his elegant wife, the family everyone envies. But behind closed doors, they are strangers bound by a contract and by one secret that could destroy them both. When Alexander and Elena Harrington announce their "divorce," everyone expects a scand
/0/99790/coverbig.jpg?v=316f29d8fc97d6cd18ac8dc5d29ddc12)
Bound By A Billionaire's Contract
Ava Rosen never expected her life to fall apart in a single night. Broke, exhausted, and drowning under hospital bills, the last thing she needs is to spill coffee on a stranger, especially when that stranger turns out to be Damian Blackwell, the city's most feared billionaire. Cold, brilliant, and
/1/115846/coverbig.jpg?v=9f8782011604d1d37087d73c5b44708e)
Bound By Contract To The Beast Warlord
I woke up in a freezing, desolate wasteland, my body weak and covered in sores. A mechanical voice in my head informed me that I was a defective rabbit-mutant, and if I didn't conceive within twenty-four hours, I would die permanently. The terror was suffocating, but the system left me no choice. T
/1/111949/coverbig.jpg?v=1e19a2aeb8e5949f5246f7f801b6aaba)
Bound By Contract, Tied By Faith
Ivy Hart didn't just lose love, she was destroyed by it. Publicly betrayed by the man she thought she'd marry, her heartbreak becomes a spectacle she can't escape. Humiliated, angry, and done believing in forever, Ivy swears she'll never be that vulnerable again. Then Damian Blackwood steps in. Ru
/1/125350/coverbig.jpg?v=9d614a3f72c707ed878a707363ac8dbd)
Bound By Contract To The Billionaire
To save her family from a crushing financial crisis, Alaina Carney signed a one-year contract marriage with the cold, untouchable billionaire, Alaric Wynn. But her toxic ex-boyfriend, Damian Horton—the very man who engineered her family's ruin—refused to let her move on. When Damian discovered Ala
/1/114587/coverbig.jpg?v=be37b21f08af2a9a5ffcf51ed653d017)
Bound By The Billionaire's Cruel Contract
Clarissa rushed into a crowded nightclub for one simple reason: to save her wildly drunk best friend. But her ruthless billionaire husband, Giovanny, was watching from the VIP room. After effortlessly ruining a man just for grabbing her wrist, Giovanny punished Clarissa for breaching their public i
/1/115366/coverbig.jpg?v=f64f5c1a5712fbbd7fb3c4152cf6d751)
Bound By The Ruthless Billionaire's Contract
Jacqueline Blackburn, a desperate Ivy League tutor, walked into the sleazy Veridian VIP club just to save her job. But her billionaire client, the ruthless Christian Montgomery, mistook her for a cheap escort, blowing cigar smoke in her face and treating her like trash. When she furiously turned t
/1/116005/coverbig.jpg?v=e4f89eaae35a33bbab126f8e88d00757)
Bound By Contract: The Superstar's Secret Wife
Allyson was the most hated actress in Hollywood, forced to wear a cheap, tearing gown after America's sweetheart, Joanne, stole her S-tier role. During a red carpet disaster, Allyson tripped and fell—straight into the arms of the untouchable megastar, Byron Estes. The internet exploded, accusing A
/1/125775/coverbig.jpg?v=841ac8c59a80d73d8e3a9d200266868d)
Bound By The Ice God's Contract
After my parents died, the wealthy Hayes family took me in. Their son, Xavier, was my only anchor in this world. But he ruthlessly dumped me to get engaged to Babette, the girl who had bullied me since high school, just for a more advantageous match. To destroy them, I did the unthinkable. I slept
/1/104089/coverbig.jpg?v=67a69937ad397a23f3d4f0c9a2b324fc)
Bound By Contract To The Ruthless Don
I threw a latte on the most dangerous man in New York and lived to tell about it. Dante Vitiello. The Capo dei Capi. A man rumored to cut out tongues for interrupting his dinner. Instead of a bullet to the brain, he handed me a black card and a terrifying ultimatum. "I need a fiancée," he told me
/0/74046/coverbig.jpg?v=20260527025313)
Bound by a Contract, Broken by Fate
That's all he wanted from her to heal his shattered heart and the compensation's currency will be in millions. Rule: No Emotional Intimacy Should Be Involved In This Relationship. She signed the contract, and he owned her. But three weeks before the deadline, she went missing, leaving him clueless
/0/28047/coverbig.jpg?v=8c733f9db0f42d5d5646ff5f4f598eb9)
Kidnapped by the billionaires
Vanessa Rogue, a broke college student dropout gets kidnapped the same night as doctor Kimberly Lex, due to a coincidence and simple misunderstanding. Both ladies now find themselves as captives of very powerful, wealthy, and influential men. Valentino Foxx and Wayde Patino are both influential an
/1/116747/coverbig.jpg?v=07b4f627d58c5439fd807f274eb189fb)
Bound By Contract To The Secret Tycoon
To escape my greedy stepmother, I signed a marriage contract with a cold, rigid construction manager, expecting a miserable life of poverty. But the moment the ink dried, I realized I had severely misjudged the man I just married. He wasn't a broke blue-collar worker. He lived in a multi-million-d
/1/113915/coverbig.jpg?v=60009f449032c26245012a9d0ae1759f)
Bound By The Ruthless Tycoon's Contract
For three years, Blair Guzman poured her resources into turning a broke waiter into an Oscar-winning actor, letting the world believe they were a couple just to keep him under her control. But the night he won his Oscar, he publicly betrayed her by kissing Kiana—Blair’s estranged, rival sister. Kian
/1/114571/coverbig.jpg?v=37f21c2549ede1826a5318cdc27ee920)
Bound By Contract: The Surgeon's Secret Wife
I am a resident surgeon, secretly married to Dr. Barrett Walters, the Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery. It was a transactional marriage; he paid my mother's mounting medical bills, and I was his secret, obedient wife in the dark. But at the hospital, he was a cold-blooded tyrant who deliberately mad
/1/115842/coverbig.jpg?v=71d8fd401e897343fba8b562ff160334)
Bound By Contract: The Possessive CEO's Bride
Kaylee's family was drowning in debt, and her stepmother locked her inside a freezing bedroom. To save their bankrupt company, they decided to sell her off to a sixty-five-year-old man with a disgusting reputation. They cut off her allowance and confiscated the only precious keepsake her dead mother
/0/72597/coverbig.jpg?v=d07575513d456f908ca0097327b4ae9e)
Bound By Contract To The Mafia Heir
Sebastian Moretti knew no mercy. As the sole heir to the Moretti crime dynasty, he was raised with blood and power as his inheritance. To him, love was nothing but a weakness-an illusion that had once destroyed his family. His mother, the woman who was supposed to protect him, had betrayed his fathe
