CONTRACT MARRIAGE WITH THE COLD BILLIONAIRE BOSS

CHAPTER TWO— SOLD?

The barrage on my door interrupted my movie time. I already had a vague idea who it was — the knocking had been happening for three days straight, ever since my supposed wedding collapsed. Each knock got worse, louder, more impatient.

I hugged my bag of chips to my chest like a comfort pillow and finally forced myself up. If I didn’t open up, estate management would send me a warning again… for the third time this week.

I cracked the door open.

Bennett barged in immediately. No greeting. No apology. Nothing.

He pointed at me. “Delete that video. And the voice recording. Then make a public statement saying you made everything up.”

I stared at him, stunned. “Bennett… are you even a man? You can’t own up to your mistakes now?”

His expression hardened. “I made a mistake any normal man could’ve made. You should be lucky the Smith family is still willing to go ahead with this sham of a marriage.”

“Oh, is that so?” I folded my arms. My disgust was plain. “Well, I’m not interested in your olive branch. I’m not deleting anything — and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Bennett stepped toward me, slow and predatory.

I stepped back. My heartbeat was loud in my ears.

“Bennett… don’t come any closer.”

“You think you can ruin me and walk away?” he snapped.

“You ruined yourself!” I shot back. “And you can’t bully me into cleaning up your mess.”

He grabbed my hand, fingers tight around my wrist.

“Let me go!” I pulled, struggling. “Let me go — I’d rather die than delete that video!”

He froze for a moment, eyes bloodshot. “You’d rather what?”

“You heard me,” I hissed, trying to wrench my arm free.

We struggled. His grip tightened. He pushed — too hard.

I stumbled backward, hit something behind me—

Then everything went dark.

BENNETT’S POV

I didn’t mean to push her that hard. I just—forgot how strong I was compared to her. And now Sasha was lying on the ground, still, her eyes closed.

And as if on cue,

“Ahh—” Olivia’s voice rang out as she rushed in. “What happened? Is she— is she dead?”

“No,” I muttered, kneeling beside Sasha. “She’s breathing. She just passed out.”

I let out a shaky sigh of relief. My hands trembled as I picked up her phone — locked. Useless.

Olivia paced around Sasha like she was inspecting a crime scene. “Bennett, we can’t leave her here like this. What if she wakes up and does something worse?”

I ran a hand through my hair. “I… I don’t know. I didn’t think—”

“You never think,” Olivia snapped. Then her tone softened with fake sweetness. “Don’t stress. Let my mum handle this. She always knows what to do.”

She stepped outside to call, but the door was thin. I heard every word.

“Mum, we can finally get rid of this girl,” Olivia whispered.

My jaw clenched.

“Lower your voice,” her mother replied sharply. “Is Bennett there?”

“Yes, but listen — we should marry her off to the Linn household. For dowry money. At least fifteen million.”

A pause. Then—

“Oh yes. That can be arranged. You’re such a smart daughter.”

Olivia returned with a bright smile plastered on her face.

“Mum will take care of everything,” she announced. “And don’t worry — you’ll get ten million out of it.”

Ten million.

I swallowed. Even though I had feelings for Sasha — or whatever was left of them — money was money. And since I couldn’t get her herbal recipes book anymore…

I told myself this was the practical solution.

Olivia made a few quick calls, grabbed my wrist, and tugged me toward the door.

“They’ll take care of it,” she said simply.

And for a second… I wondered if we had crossed a line we couldn’t come back from.