Contract Marriage: Mr. Foster's Secret Top-Tier Wife

The rain in New York always carried a bone-chilling cold.

Elena Lin sat across from the large mahogany desk in the old Foster family mansion, her slender fingers tightly clutching the thin agreement. Today, she wore an ankle-length black trench coat, which made her face appear even more cold and ethereal, like a snow lotus blooming in frozen soil.

"Sign it, and I'll settle the debts the Lin family owes. The resources you want, I'll give."

The man speaking sat in the shadows, only his long, crossed legs visible, along with the flickering spark of a cigarette at his fingertips. Julian Foster—this name was synonymous with power in New York. He was a god who could cover the sky with one hand, and a demon who could plunge someone into hell in an instant.

"The conditions?" Elena looked up, her cold eyes devoid of any ripples.

Julian chuckled softly, his laughter carrying a hint of unbridled wickedness. He leaned out of the shadows, revealing a face so handsome it was almost demonic under the light. His brows and eyes were filled with the disdain of a superior.

"The conditions are simple. A one-year secret marriage. No mutual interference externally. Internally..." He paused, his gaze like a dense net, trapping Elena tightly. "You must be available whenever called."

Elena knew exactly what he meant.

In the industry, she was the high-and-mighty top-tier actress, the dream lover of countless men. But in Julian's eyes, she was merely prey that had delivered itself to his door due to her family's bankruptcy and desperation.

"Fine."

She took the pen and signed her name in the Party B column. Her handwriting was like her—sharp and stubborn.

Julian looked at the name, a dark glint of triumph flashing in his eyes. He stood up, walked behind her, leaned down, and his warm breath fanned against her sensitive neck.

"Movie Queen Elena, the agreement is now in effect. Move in tonight."

His voice was deep and magnetic, like aged wine, making one's bones feel weak. Elena stiffened her back, feeling the crisp scent of cold cedar from the man. She knew clearly that this leap was into an abyss, but it was also her only way to survive.

In this game named "Contract," neither side intended to give their heart. But what Julian didn't say was that from the very beginning, he never intended for this contract to have an expiration date.

Foster Mansion.

This was Julian Foster's private territory. Aside from a few trusted servants, there had never been a trace of a woman here.

When Elena Lin pushed open the door to the master bedroom, the lights were off. Guided by the moonlight from the window, she saw the man leaning against the headboard. Three buttons of his shirt were undone, sleeves rolled up, as he leisurely toyed with a limited-edition lighter.

"Finished washing up?"

Julian lifted his eyelids, his eyes tinged with a thin layer of desire.

Elena was wrapped in a bathrobe, her delicate toes curling into the soft carpet, looking exceptionally uneasy. She thought she had prepared herself mentally, but when actually facing this man, the oppressive feeling of being watched by a predator still made her heart tremble.

"Mr. Foster..."

"Call me by my name, or call me husband." Julian stood up, approaching step by step.

He was a head taller than her, his shadow casting down and enveloping her completely. His long fingers tilted her chin up, the rough calluses on his fingertips brushing against her tender skin, sending a fine shiver through her.

"Elena, since you've signed, you must have the spirit of the contract."

He leaned down and kissed her lips fiercely.

This kiss carried no mercy, only dominant possession. He was like a ruler inspecting his territory, arrogantly prying open her teeth and plundering every inch of her breath. Elena let out a soft whimper, her hands weakly pressing against his firm chest, only to be caught by him and pinned above her head.

"Mmm... Julian..."

"Be good," he murmured in the gaps between kisses, his voice incredibly dark and deep.

That night, Elena finally learned of this man's paranoia. He confirmed over and over in her ear that she was his.

After the storm subsided, Julian lit a cigarette, looking at the girl curled up under the covers, a trace of tears still hanging from the corner of her eye. He reached out to wipe away the tear, his gaze holding a depth of affection that was impossible to decipher.

"Elena, for this year, don't even think about going anywhere."

He was the Master Foster who controlled the capital, and also a hunter who calculated every move in the field of love. And she was the most precious prey he had captured with his own hands.

The set of "Long River."

This was Elena Lin's first major production after her secret marriage. As a Movie Queen, she had always been the embodiment of coldness and silence on set.

"Elena, it seems that mysterious tycoon from the investor's side is coming to inspect today." Her assistant, Sarah, leaned in with an excited face.

Elena was touching up her makeup in the mirror; her hand paused slightly at the words. A mysterious tycoon?

Just then, a small commotion broke out at the entrance of the set.

The man walked in wearing a sophisticated grey suit, surrounded by a group of high-level executives. The nobility and cold arrogance he exuded instantly silenced the noisy scene.

It was Julian Foster.

Why was he here?

Elena took a deep breath, struggling to maintain her composure. Their gazes met; Julian's eyes lingered on her for three seconds before moving away nonchalantly, as if looking at an unfamiliar business partner.

"President Foster, this is our female lead, Elena Lin," the director introduced eagerly from the side.

Julian nodded slightly, his voice cold and official: "I am naturally at ease with Movie Queen Elena's acting."

As he spoke, in the moment they brushed past each other, at an angle no one noticed, his fingertips quickly grazed the back of Elena's hand.

That touch of heat almost made Elena lose her composure.

The next scene was a water scene. To achieve the best effect, Elena insisted on not using a stunt double, soaking in the freezing pool for over an hour.

By the time they finished, her face was pale from the cold, and her body was swaying.

A broad, strong hand suddenly supported her waist.

"Miss Lin, being professional is a good thing, but you must also take care of your body."

Julian appeared behind her at some unknown moment. To outsiders, it looked like a polite gesture of support, but Elena could feel the force in the man's grip, as if he wanted to snap her waist.

"Thank you, President Foster," she said through gritted teeth.

"Assistant Sarah, go to my car and bring that blanket," Julian ordered, then lowered his voice so only the two of them could hear, "I'll deal with you when we get home."

Elena shrank her neck. This man was an abstinent and cold ruler in public, but in private, he was a jealous and utter madman.