The Cold Billionaire's Contract Wife

A Humiliation She Won't Forget

Later that evening, Elena rushed out of the house wearing the simplest dress she owned.

She kept her head down as she passed Lily and her friends.

"Look who's leaving," Lily sneered. "The maid has a night off."

Her friends laughed.

Elena didn't respond.

She had learned long ago that silence was her strongest shield.

But just as she reached the door, Victor Hart's voice stopped her.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Elena forced herself to stay calm.

"I have a part-time job interview."

Victor studied her coldly. "Another one? he asked.

His wife, Margaret, appeared behind him, crossing her arms.

"You've already wasted enough time running around the city pretending you're useful."

"You should focus on being useful here instead."

Elena's hands clenched.

If they only knew that she had secretly enrolled in university two years ago... and that every small job she took was helping her pay the tuition they refused to give her.

But she simply nodded.

"I'll be back before midnight."

Victor stepped closer, towering over her.

“You should remember who feeds you.”

His words stung, but Elena lowered her head.

Not today.

She refused to argue today.

She slipped past him and opened the door.

As she stepped outside, Lily's voice floated from the living room.

“Mom! Tell the maid to clean my room before my friends come over!”

The maid.

Elena's chest tightened painfully.

But she kept walking.

Because tonight… everything might change.

Elena stepped outside, breathing in the cool night air.

The moment the door closed behind her, she allowed herself one small smile.

They had no idea.

One day, she would walk away from this place forever.