The Genius Bride's Secret Contract Marriage

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For twenty years, I obeyed my adoptive family, enduring my stepsister's mockery and my parents' cold neglect. But at a lavish hotel party, my stepsister forced a glass of spiked champagne into my hands. As my vision blurred and a strange, creeping heat consumed my body, my adoptive mother looked at me with ice-cold eyes. "We raised you for twenty years. It's time you paid us back." They had sold me to a sweaty, middle-aged businessman to save their failing company. I watched the man approach with a triumphant smirk, his oily hand reaching out to claim me. A wave of sheer nausea and profound betrayal hit me. I couldn't believe the people I called family were treating me like livestock to be traded. Using my last ounce of strength, I shoved him away and fled down the maze-like hallway. Terrified, dizzy, and desperate to hide from my pursuers, I stumbled into a random unlocked suite. I crashed into a tall stranger with sharp gray eyes before the world went completely black. When I woke up, I was in a presidential suite, wearing a man's oversized silk shirt. Sitting across from me was Damian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire CEO and uncrowned king of Wall Street. I thought he would hand me a check to buy my silence or throw me back to my abusers. Instead, he looked at me calmly and offered me a deal. "Marry me, and the Foster family will never dare to touch you again." I looked at the marriage contract, took a deep breath, and chose to survive.