The Billionaire's Contract Wife 3

In the distance, thunder resounded menacingly, as though a wild animal had been let loose. Rain pounded the metal tops and water poured down, turning the cobblestone into a raging sea of murky murmurs and unseen evil. The Underspire's roads were devoid of both carriages and footsteps. Stealthy and feline, a lone figure stalked in silence, its footsteps muted as if in a deep trance. Elira Dane stood despite the flash of lightning.

Wet. Her mental state appeared to be completely unaffected by any outside stimuli. The sensation of her coat getting wet was further reinforced by loud clashes. As she hunted down her prey, her unwavering boots motored silently, splash after splash. Elira was effectively a predator and her target was prey. She imagined herself already dressed in the skin of that man. Two years ago, Elira was someone else. In contrast to her former self, she was now a flesh-clad specter that was colorless and noiseless. Any outside stimuli were obscured by the dim, silent stillness that enveloped her. Elira's only objective at the moment was to hit her target first.

Any angry, stuttering altercation she could have had was, as expected, concealed by the bustle of the city. Elira's deep silence was perfectly punctuated by the man turning around and shifting the satchel slightly while straining to look over his shoulder. It is evident that the cacophony of everyday city life permeated his Frank-like, preoccupied body. She let out an internal scream and screamed at her target. Elira muttered to herself, "Don't make me run," and her grin grew wider and wider as she struck the pouch with her hand.

Elira's enemy, "Killer," was encapsulated in a single word by a dimwitted, oppressively shallow pun. However, she had previously asserted that her foot was superior to everyone else because of the fungi's sheer beauty. Wasn't that an illusion? Every lady was imprisoned in Kahili. The woman's complete shock at one of her species expressing her intelligence was beyond words. Seeing the creator of the meaning wait for spell baggage without a domed pearl twin felt uncivilized. The portable luggage of this man. The coffin was raised. Elira was exceptionally intelligent.

Without altering her course, she allowed the shout of the drowning above to herald until the pursuit turned red. Please make the house a perfect pandemic, even though every location has experienced the aforementioned environment. In a matter of seconds. The class stampede started at a rhythm entirely unfamiliar to a pounding heart due to the faint but noticeable swirl of panic that was racing through Elira's target layer firm. Her escape will be depraved, unlike anything I've done. In fact, it has returned to block her, so the underworld feels very retro and instantly feels like a clichéd coil QC misplaced broad scare aid dash. Every five seconds, a classic blunder occurs.

Shaking, he released the satchel and pleaded, "Please, I didn't know she was with Vale Industries!" Elira said, "That's the problem," as she approached. "You were unaware. They also don't give a damn. "Will you kill me?" "Not this evening. However, I would advise staying away from the Vales going forward. She squatted down and unzipped her satchel, exposing only a few enchanted gemstones that were glowing a faint blue. They weren't common. Without a sigil, it is illegal to possess. Very expensive. As expensive as they are. "You have the worst taste in the worst concepts." Then, without turning, she reached back and caught his wrist in the middle of the swing. The rusty, curved dagger he had unsheathed was more ceremonial than practical.

"You are truly terrible at this." She could easily put him in a position where he was on his knees, slumped in pain, with just one step and one elbow twist. He let out a cry of agony as she released her grip on the dagger, allowing it to fall into the shadowy depths of the gutter. "Dane Elira?" Behind her, a voice had wavered, a dark voice. Her body remained motionless. Abdominals started to absorb air slowly. She was able to control every single hair on her back. She knew she had something that looked nothing like a human in front of her the moment she turned. Unnatural, like the body, with no watermarks, umbrella, or pale silver eyes Additionally, blinking was accompanied by a suit that resembled glistening dark glass. She asked softly, "How did you find me?" "You received a call." "No, I'm not taking calls anymore. "I've paid off my blood debt," she said. "Not this one," he answered. "It's a personal one." Elira could feel the warmth of the satchel making her heart race. He took a step forward. "Kieran Vale is hoping to see you. Tonight. She laughed to herself. "Kieran Vale is unaware of my existence." The answer was, "He does now."

Ten stories taller than the next tallest skyscraper, the structure appeared to defy physics as it was carved out of obsidian glass. No elevators. No doors in sight. And for some reason, nobody ever recalled going inside. Elira's heart was racing as she stood at the base. She was able to run. Go away. Rename her. However, that offer wasn't made as a favor if Kieran Vale truly desired her. It was for a more sinister purpose. What if she didn't? In any case, they would come for her. She anticipated an office filled with magical weapons or a throne room.She didn't receive either. There is only one room: white marble, a man in black leaning against the piano, and a glass ceiling that displays the stars. Vale Kieran.

He was younger than she had thought-maybe in his early thirties-but his eyes told a story that went back centuries. He was like thunder in the room. He said, "Elira Dane," his voice smooth as silk over steel. "You've been a ghost." "I like ghosts." "I've been busy staying away from contracts." "Then let's change that." I want to give you one. She put her arms across her body. "Let me guess." You want to kill someone. "Not this time." He stood up and walked over slowly and on purpose. "I want you to marry me." She blinked. Then they laughed. Difficult. "You're crazy." "Maybe," he said. "But I'm also wealthy." And cursed. And I need a wife by next week or I lose my money. "Use a dating app."

Nobody would be foolish enough to say yes to me if they were smart enough to pretend to be married. aside from you. She stepped back slowly. "Why me?" "Because you're skilled at acting the part. Because you have a blood debt to the Vales. Additionally, if you decline... He flung a folder onto the table after opening it. pictures. Her former self. Her actual history. "You no longer exist." Elira gazed at the pictures, her bones tinged with icy fear. She muttered, "What's the contract?" "A year. appearances in public. Silence in private. Additionally, avoid falling in love. "All right." She grabbed the folder and headed for the exit. But she was stopped by his voice. "Elira," he said. "An additional item." She pivoted.

If you violate the agreement... He grinned slowly. Risky. "You'll wish you were dead." The engagement ring on Elira's palm that evening glinted and hissed in an archaic language as she gazed at it. There was life in the ring. Furthermore, it had already attached itself to her spirit.