My Traitor Fiancée Signed a Servant Contract

I'm the only heir to the wealthiest conglomerate in the world. My father, Tyrone Ferguson, is extremely powerful and has forces from both the underworld and the legal world eating out of his palm.

But I witness my girlfriend, Vivian Vega, giving a "Voluntary Transfer of Body Ownership" contract to my arch nemesis, Richard Larkin, at our engagement ceremony.

"Don't be mad at us, Isaac."

Vivian shows me the contract, her tone still light and casual.

"I love you, so I'll reserve my most treasured virginity for you. I will always be your wife, but I want to give the ownership of my body to Richard."

"The hell are you on about?"

With a deep frown on my face, I attempt to pull Vivian away from Richard, only to get pushed away by the latter.

Vivian quickly moves to stand in front of Richard, her brows tangled into a frown.

"Stop being so narrow-minded, Isaac! I'm free to give anyone my body!"

She then stands on her tiptoes to kiss Richard right in front of me.

At that moment, I become the biggest joke in elite society.

Before the mass media begins spreading the news, I send out a text message calmly.

"There's no need to help cover up for the Vega family's shady businesses anymore."

Holding my arm, which was sore from the push Richard had given me, I watched coldly as Vivian nestled in his embrace.

"Vivian, I gave you love and respect, yet you shamelessly chose to be his lapdog?"

Across from me, Richard toyed with Vivian's cheek flirtatiously as he shot me a taunting look.

Vivian blushed at his touch, but she just gave me a cold look and said, "Isaac, you don't get to decide what I do with my body. After all, you're only my fiance in name."

After she finished speaking, Richard spread his hands helplessly and sneered at me. "You heard her, Mr. Big Cheese. Vivian is doing all this willingly. As the richest man, you can't even keep your money in line? How lucky for me."

Watching them play off each other, I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I rubbed the contract heavily in my hand and said, "Vivian, don't forget that without me, your family would've been finished long ago."

But she remained completely indifferent upon hearing my words. "So what? Mr. Ferguson Senior said your family would take care of my family forever. Do you dare to go against your grandfather's wishes?"

With that, she raised an eyebrow at me defiantly. Then, she took a photo of the contract and sent it to her close friends' group chat.

"As long as you train them well, having two husbands isn't a problem. Look, my two men are coexisting peacefully."

The group instantly erupted.

"When it comes to training men, you've got to hand it to Vivian. Even the heir to the infamous Ferguson family fortune is groveling at her feet for a little attention."

"This is so satisfying.