Bound By Blood: His Unwanted Contract Bride

Four years ago, I was drugged on a luxury yacht and ended up pregnant with twins.

I raised them in secret, enduring my stepfamily's daily abuse, until the billionaire West family patriarch cornered us at the airport.

He instantly recognized my son's face—an exact replica of his ruthless grandson, Bernardo West.

My malicious stepmother and stepsister immediately leaked to the press that I was a delusional gold-digger using fake kids to trap a billionaire.

They wanted the West family to destroy me to save their own social standing.

Bernardo himself looked at me with pure disgust, demanding a DNA test.

"If you ever lie to me, I will take the children, and I will make you wish you were never born."

I didn't want his money. I was a victim of that night too, left with a crescent-shaped bite mark on my collarbone and zero memory of who set us up.

Why did someone drug us? And how could I protect my babies from a corporate predator who could crush me with a snap of his fingers?

But when the DNA test came back 99.9999% positive, I didn't cower.

I showed him the scar he left on me, looked the most dangerous man in the country right in the eye, and made my demand.

"If you want to claim your heirs, you have to marry me."