Bought By The Man Who Hates Me

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 936 | Released on: 22/01/2026

ter and garlic wafted up, but her stomach churned violently. She picked up her

ainst the porcelain plate with a screeching sound that made Bethel win

e sharp. She had noticed the tension. She had noticed the way Baron was ignoring ev

ed up, star

you call it? Aid work?" Cla

ork for a non-profit center downtown. We h

and that sported a diamond ring the size of a grape. "Oh, that's so nobl

er grip on her for

at Bethel, but the corner of his mouth quirked up

ing her body toward Baron, effectively cutting Bethel out of t

nsult was thinly veiled, a

d. She looked at Baron. He was the only one who could stop this. He w

ay eyes swept over Bethel's pal

picked up his wine glass again and took a slow,

ed to see her squirm. He wa

atmospheric pressure. "The wedding colors are going to be

a classic. Isn't that from Balenciaga's collection five years ago? It's brave to wear vintage to a place like this." The insult

spiratorial whisper that carried perfectly in the qu

attered against the china, the

chest. She wanted to scream that she was the opposite of a gold digger,

yes narrowed, waiting. He was waiting for her to fight back. He wa

unraveling the lie she had told him five years ago. Sh

in her throat. She lowered

is eyes died, replaced by a profound, withering d

t in a conversation about propulsion systems. The dismissal

hel couldn't breathe. The air in

murmured, pushi

e door. She could feel Baron's gaze burning int

om, gripping the edge of the marble sink. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her skin was gray

opened be

, wiping her mouth wit

at Bethel. She walked to the mirro

him," Clarissa s

ction. "I don't know wha

e looked at you. And I saw the way you looked at him. He's mine, Bethel. And

n the mirror one last time. "Don't ma

eaving the scent of expensiv

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Bought By The Man Who Hates Me

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“I sat at a mahogany table in River Oaks, clutching the strap of a pilled black dress from a life I'd lost five years ago. I was an exile in a world of old money, just trying to survive a dinner party I didn't belong in. Then the doors opened, and Baron Lowery walked in. He was no longer the boy I'd loved, but a powerful man with eyes like a storm front. When the host asked if we'd met, Baron didn't even blink. "I don't know her," he said. The erasure was a physical blow. His new girlfriend spent the night mocking my "quaint" legal aid work and calling me a washed-up gold digger. Baron didn't defend me; he watched my humiliation with a cold, predatory stillness. During a game of Truth or Dare, he stared me down, waiting for a confession. To protect his career and the secret of my father's federal crimes, I looked him in the eye and told the ultimate lie: "No regrets." He retaliated by pinning me against a concrete wall in a dark stairwell, crushing his mouth to mine in a kiss that felt like a punishment. He told me I wasn't worth the effort and left me. I retreated to my real life-a moldy trailer and a blackmailer named Harvey who was forcing me into a marriage to save my father from prison. I thought I'd hit rock bottom until Baron's silver Bentley pulled up to my slum. He didn't come to apologize. He flipped open a checkbook, scribbled fifty thousand dollars, and held it out like I was a common streetwalker. "One night," he demanded. "Do whatever I say, and it's yours." I looked at the man I'd sacrificed my entire soul for and realized he'd finally become the monster I'd tried to save him from. I shoved the check back in his face and ran into the rain, leaving the billionaire staring at the trailer park, unable to understand why the "gold digger" he hated so much wouldn't take his money.”