Taming My Silent Billionaire Contract Husband

Cassie's body jerked upward from the velvet sofa.

Her knee slammed into the heavy marble table. The tall glass of ice water tipped over, shattering the quiet elegance of the Sant Ambroeus cafe.

Ice cubes scattered across the polished surface. Cold water soaked into the edge of her pristine white silk skirt.

She couldn't breathe. Her lungs burned as if she had just inhaled a lungful of freezing ocean water.

Her heart hammered against her ribs so violently that her fingertips went completely numb. Sweat coated her spine, making the expensive fabric stick to her skin.

"Cassie? Are you okay?"

The voice pulled her back to reality.

Cassie blinked hard. The blurry shapes in front of her sharpened.

Adelaide Collier sat across from her. Adelaide was leaning forward, holding out a crisp white napkin.

There was a look of deep concern on Adelaide's perfectly contoured face. But Cassie caught the brief, unmistakable flash of disgust in Adelaide's eyes as she looked at the spilled water.

"You spaced out again," Adelaide said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Is it the marriage? Is that dead, silent penthouse finally driving you insane?"

Cassie stared at the napkin. Her stomach twisted into a tight, painful knot.

It wasn't a dream. The nightmare she just woke up from was real.

In her mind, she could still feel the freezing rain hitting her face. She could still feel the rough concrete of the sidewalk scraping her knees after she was thrown out of the Harvey family penthouse.

She remembered the divorce papers. She remembered the strict prenuptial agreement that left her with absolutely nothing.

And she remembered Adelaide standing in the warm lobby of the building, smiling that same perfectly contoured smile, watching her freeze.

Cassie swallowed hard. The metallic taste of fear coated her tongue.

She forced herself to take a deep breath. She needed oxygen to think.

As she looked down to take the napkin, her eyes followed the trail of spilled water. The water was pooling around Adelaide's iPhone.

The phone was placed face-up on the table, partially hidden under Adelaide's napkin.

As Adelaide shifted in her seat, her sleeve brushed the napkin aside, waking the phone's screen for a split second. In that instant, Cassie saw it-the unmistakable red bar at the top of the screen with a running timer.

Cassie's blood ran cold. It felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped directly over her head.

The recording app.

This was the exact moment. This was the conversation that would breach the confidentiality clause of her prenuptial agreement.

Adelaide leaned closer. She reached out and gently touched Cassie's wrist.

"You can tell me, Cassie," Adelaide coaxed softly. "I know Garrison is basically a mute robot. It must be torture living with a man who can't even say good morning to you. Just let it out. I promise I won't tell a soul."

Cassie stared at Adelaide's manicured fingers resting on her skin. It felt like a venomous