MARRIED TO MY BILLIONAIRE ENEMY

Chapter 2 A Contract Written in Ice

Jenny sat in her apartment, staring at the envelope on the table. Her hands shook slightly, though she didn’t want to admit it. She had tried to focus on work, bills, and ordinary life, but Stephen Frederick’s words kept repeating in her mind:

"I want to marry you. A contract. Legal. Binding."

Her stomach twisted. She hated him. She trusted him even less. And yet… somehow, she knew ignoring him was not an option.

She picked up the envelope again and slowly opened it. Inside was a contract. Cold, formal, and full of legal language. Every word screamed power, control, and inevitability.

Jenny read it carefully:

The contract would make her his wife, legally.

She would retain partial control over her father’s company.

Her debts would be cleared.

She would be protected from lawsuits.

Her head was spinning. Part of her screamed to burn the contract. Part of her… quietly wondered if this was her only chance to save what was left of her life.

She threw herself onto the sofa and pressed her hands against her face.

"I cannot marry him. I would rather die than belong to him."

Yet her mind wouldn’t stop. Her father’s dreams. Her family’s legacy. Everything she had worked to keep alive… and all of it could vanish in months if she refused.

Jenny’s anger flared. She hated the thought that Stephen Frederick could still control her life even after everything. She wanted to scream at him, accuse him, humiliate him. But deep down, she also realized—he wasn’t entirely wrong about the danger she was in.

The next day, she went back to Frederick Global Holdings, determined to refuse him flatly. She was not weak, and she would not be bullied.

Stephen was waiting. Of course he was. Tall, calm, confident. His presence felt like ice in the room, sharp and controlled. He didn’t smile. He didn’t apologize. He just watched her, as if he had expected her anger.

“I’ve gone through the contract,” Jenny said firmly, sitting opposite him. “I understand the terms. I also understand that you are trying to control me. And I refuse.”

Stephen’s expression didn’t change. His dark eyes met hers steadily. “You don’t refuse what is necessary, Jenny. You only think you do.”

She laughed bitterly. “You think you know what’s necessary for me? After all you’ve done? You destroyed my father’s business. You almost destroyed me.”

“I did not destroy your father,” he said softly, leaning forward slightly. “I can explain… but not here, not yet.”

Jenny’s heart thumped against her chest. He always had this effect on her—irritating, confusing, maddening. She hated the way he could stay calm while she felt like the world was collapsing.

“You don’t get to decide for me,” she said sharply. “I don’t care how powerful you are. I will not be your wife.”

Stephen nodded slowly, almost thoughtfully. “I expected that. But you must understand one thing: this is not about you choosing me. It’s about you choosing survival. About keeping what your father built alive.”

Jenny’s hands clenched into fists under the table. She wanted to shout, to throw the contract at him, to tell him he was a monster. She wanted to leave and never see him again.

And yet… she didn’t.

Because somewhere deep inside, she realized that this cold, controlling man had just offered her a chance. A terrible, impossible, anger-inducing chance.

She was still furious. She was still full of hate. She was still terrified.

But she was also thinking.

And Jenny Kate had learned one thing in life: when everything is at stake, thinking is the only weapon you truly have.