Rejecting The Billionaire's Contract Marriage

I was the devoted PR manager and secret girlfriend of A-list actor Vance Sterling for three years.

Just minutes after he promised me a romantic dinner, I caught him sleeping with a wealthy Los Angeles socialite.

When I confronted him, he didn't apologize. Instead, he mocked my status, froze my bank accounts, and left me completely homeless on the rainy streets of the city.

Blacklisted in Hollywood and utterly destitute, I ended up having a reckless, revenge-fueled one-night stand with the socialite's ruthless billionaire fiancé, Jory Elliott.

But my nightmare had just begun. My younger brother accrued a half-million-dollar gambling debt with a brutal cartel, and they threatened to chop off his fingers.

Jory stepped in and paid the ransom, only for my brother to beg the billionaire for more gambling money, calling me a selfish bitch for not milking him dry.

Then, Jory threw a marriage agreement at my face.

"Act as my devoted wife for two years, and I will wipe the debt and give you ten million dollars."

I gave my youth to an actor who discarded me like trash, and my own flesh and blood only saw me as a walking ATM.

Did these powerful men really think my dignity was just another corporate asset to be bought and traded?

I looked into the cold, calculating eyes of the billionaire who thought he owned me.

I threw the contract right at his chest and stepped out of his Maybach into the freezing rain.

I would rather rot in the gutter than be a pet bought with a checkbook.