A Contract Marriage With My Nemesis

My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark.

He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity.

They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund.

It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation.

When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring.

"I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this."

In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger.

That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life.

Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand.

How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly?

Why did they have to tear my entire life apart?

Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago.

But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort.

It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street.

Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly.