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Bound By Contract, Tied By Faith  Novel Cover

Bound By Contract, Tied By Faith

Ivy Hart didn't just lose love, she was destroyed by it. Publicly betrayed by the man she thought she'd marry, her heartbreak becomes a spectacle she can't escape. Humiliated, angry, and done believing in forever, Ivy swears she'll never be that vulnerable again. Then Damian Blackwood steps in. Ruthless. Possessive. A man who doesn't ask, he takes. His offer is simple, his tone is not: Marry me. A contract. Strict rules. No love. No questions. But Ivy quickly learns one thing. Damian doesn't share. Not his power. Not his control. And definitely not what he considers his. What was supposed to be a cold, calculated arrangement turns suffocatingly intense. The way he watches her. The way he touches her. The way his voice drops when he says, "You're mine, Ivy." It's not part of the contract. And neither is the jealousy that burns in his eyes when her past comes crawling back, begging for a second chance. Because Damian doesn't believe in love... But he believes in possession. And once he's claimed something, he never lets it go. As secrets unravel and the truth behind their marriage begins to surface, Ivy realizes she didn't just sign a contract. She signed herself over to a man who would destroy anyone who tries to take her away... even if that means destroying her too. When the contract ends, one question remains: Will Ivy walk away with her heart intact... or will Damian make sure she never leaves at all?
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Chapter 4

Under the Spotlight

The office was louder than usual that morning.

Phones rang endlessly, printers whirred, and people hurried past me like I wasn't even there.

Normally, I could handle this, but today it felt heavier. My chest was tight, my stomach twisted, and my hands were clammy.

I was at my desk, trying to finish a script, when Mr. Odum stormed past. His secretary, Tania, followed him, flipping through a thick folder.

"Ivy! Live broadcast in thirty minutes. The person who's supposed to do it isn't here.

You're going," Mr. Odum said, not waiting for me to respond.

Thirty minutes. Live. On air. Me.

I swallowed, my mouth dry. "I... I don't know if I can."

Tania leaned over and squeezed my shoulder.

"You can do this. I've seen you work. You're ready. Just breathe, focus, and trust yourself."

I wanted to believe her. But Mr. Odum's sharp voice added weight. "Do it perfectly, or you're out. Shareholders are watching."

I nodded. My legs felt like jelly. My heart pounded. Shareholders. Cameras. Me. Alone.

The boardroom was enormous. Tall ceilings, polished wooden floors, a long table that seemed to stretch forever. Leather chairs lined both sides, filled with people in suits, their eyes flicking between their notes, screens, and me.

A chandelier hung above, golden light spilling over the table and floor. Everything gleamed.

Everything made me nervous.

And then I saw him.

The CEO.

He sat at the head of the table, quiet, still, watching. And the moment I looked at him, I realized... his eyes never left me. Not once.

From the second I entered, from the moment my heels clicked on the floor, he was watching me. I felt it everywhere on my hands, my face, the way I stood, the slight tremble in my voice.

My stomach flipped. My chest tightened.

I hugged my folder like it could protect me. My heart thumped like a drum. My legs shook.

Every step toward the front of the room felt impossible. Every click of my heels echoed in the vast space, and I could feel every single eye in the room, but his gaze was the heaviest.

"Good morning, everyone," I started, my voice soft and shaking. "Today, I'll present the quarterly update and highlight key points for attention."

My first few sentences stumbled. My voice wobbled. But then I remembered Tania's words. Breathe. Focus. Trust yourself.

I kept my eyes on the slides, but I could feel him looking at me. His eyes followed every gesture of my hands, every movement of my shoulders. I felt exposed and small, but also... strange. A little alive.

I guided them through the charts and numbers. The room was silent except for my voice. Every glance toward the CEO reminded me I wasn't alone in this, his eyes were there, watching, but not judging. I tried not to think about him too much, but I couldn't stop feeling the awareness of him.

My pulse raced, my cheeks warmed, and my hands tingled. Each time I looked at the slides, I could feel the weight of his eyes tracing me, from the tip of my shoes to the top of my head.

Every small movement felt magnified.

Minutes passed. I explained the projections, the challenges, the highlights. My sentences grew smoother. My hands moved naturally with the slides. My voice steadied. I could hear the quiet hum of the air, the soft shuffle of papers, the occasional tap of a pen. But underneath it all, his gaze never left me.

I imagined him seeing me like he had last night

helping me when I was in trouble. And now, here he was, observing me professionally, but with that same quiet attention. It made my chest tighten, my stomach flutter, and my knees feel like they could give way.

I finished the last slide. "That's all for today's update. Thank you."

There was a pause. A quiet, heavy moment.

Then... applause.

Not polite clapping, real applause. People nodded, whispered, some even smiled. Relief washed over me, my chest eased, and I let out a shaky breath. I had done it. I had really done it.

Staff came by quietly to congratulate me. My cheeks were warm. I smiled weakly, still trembling slightly.

And then... I heard it.

"Miss Ivy."

I froze.

The voice wasn't just any voice. It was steady, familiar. And it made my heart slam against my ribs.

The CEO had called my name.

Every memory of last night rushed back the street, the harassment, the dress, the cold wind, the way he had helped me. My cheeks burned, my hands tingled, and my pulse raced.

He was looking at me. Really looking. Not just now, he had been watching me the whole time.

Every step, every word, every movement.

I wanted to speak, to move, to hide, but my body refused. My legs felt like lead. My hands were icy. My throat was dry.

The room felt bigger, the chairs taller, the table longer. The lights seemed brighter. And him... just there, standing, watching, calling my name.

He remembers. He saw me. He knows.

I froze completely.

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