The Voss Contract
by @mysticravenA struggling actress agrees to a fake engagement with a billionaire mogul who owns people’s stories, but she refuses to be owned. When she discovers his motive is revenge against the industry, she challenges him to confront more than just his enemies. Their final, public performance becomes the one thing neither can control: the truth.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Nina Rossi
A 26-year-old actress with a dancer's grace and eyes that shift from warm amber to defiant gold. She moves with a quiet, watchful energy, her expressive hands often stilling when she's calculating her next move. The scent of stage makeup and jasmine clings to her, a reminder of the world she's fighting to belong to.
Alexander Voss
A 38-year-old media mogul built like a former athlete who traded the field for the boardroom. His presence is a physical weight in a room, his tailored suits a polished armor over a frame of controlled power. He smells of cold air, expensive whisky, and the faint, clean scent of ink—the smell of deals and headlines.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The Devil's Bargain
The pen was cold in Nina's hand. Alexander Voss watched her, a statue of tailored power behind a desk the size of a stage. Her skin prickled under his gaze, a flush of heat climbing her neck that had
The View from Above
The silence here was profound, a vacuum after the storm of the kiss. He stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to her, the power in his shoulders seeming to hold the weight of the skyline. Nin
The Gala's Edge
His hand is a brand at the small of her back, guiding her through the glittering crowd. Every flash of a camera feels like a violation of the raw, silent tension humming between them. When he leans in
The Director's Suite
The suite is a stark, modern cavern of glass and shadow, a world away from the gala's gold. He releases her hand, shedding his jacket with a deliberate slowness that feels more intimate than any touch
The First Taste
He doesn't ask again. His mouth closes over her, and the world dissolves into sensation. Nina's cry is ripped from her, her hands fisting in his hair not to guide but to anchor herself as he learns he