The billionaire's contract wife, His true bride.
He grabbed my blonde hair and yanked my head back, almost ripping strands from my scalp. The pain was sharp and immediate
“Clean it,” he hissed, his voice calm, almost bored. “Every drop. I don’t want to see a stain.”
I bit my lip until I tasted blood.
“Yes… sir,” I whispered, my voice barely holding together.
I was born into an average, loving family in West Virginia, and I once dreamed of graduating from a prestigious culinary school and becoming an international professional chef.
My life collapsed when loan sharks scammed and destroyed my father’s business. Our savings vanished overnight.
Bankruptcy drove him into deep depression which led to a fatal illness, that took his life, draining the family's remaining resources.
Not long after, my mother fell ill too, bedridden as if grief had drained her.
With no one left to rely on, I became the sole provider for my family, my sick mother and my younger brother.
I juggled countless menial jobs, enduring humiliation, insults, and unwanted advances to pay the bills, until I secured a position as the head chef at the Vanders mansion in Maryland.
I thought it was my miracle.
I was wrong.
I stepped into a world ruled by jealousy, cruelty, and hidden schemes.
Anders Vanders, handsome, charming, a model adored by women grew drawn to me while secretly sleeping with his stepbrother’s wife, Linda Martins.
Linda, beautiful street slut had been chosen by Mrs. Clardy, the late Mr. Vanders’ second wife as a pawn to destroy Brian Vanders, the heir to the Vanders Enterprise.
Brian was cold, expressionless and scarred by years of mistreatment. Yet from the moment I arrived, something in him shifted. And that change made me a target.
Mrs. Clardy noticed.
And from that moment on, my suffering truly began.
