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Bound By Blood: The Billionaire's Contract

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 742    |    Released on: 03/02/2026

raffic on the Long Island Expressway was grinding to a halt. It was the perf

er off the vanity mirror. The light automa

ucent almost, without the gray undertone of malnutrition. But it was her eyes that held h

then curled them into a fist. She did it again. Flexion. Extensi

favorite song. Incision. Flap. Dura. The knowledge was there. The muscle memory was there. They had taken

still

furiously on her phone screen. "This servic

screen, a chat bubble popped up. The

ttle mous

of the ulcers she'd developed during the trial. D

ut. The plastic click sounded li

e jumpy. What is wrong with

e family's favorite euphe

wed her lower lip to tremble just slightly. It was a perf

Dawn whispered. "The

as if anxiety were contagious. "Don't start this, Dawn. Not tonight. The Montgome

brushed the orange bottle of Xanax. She

sick," Dawn said, addin

ck again. "Miss Da

g her head between her knees. It wasn't entirely a lie. The proximity to Catri

" Dawn said, her voice muffled by her

wdown, Miss,"

moved tonight, and a rival firm had contracted a team to intercept. The resulting 'accide

lly. "I need to get out. I ne

ng on the highway!

steel in her voice slipped throug

blinked.

e leather armrest until her knuckles turned white. "I'm goin

at her own dress. The threa

t! We'll drop her at the estate and then you can drive me

nodded. "

g exit ramp. As the car tilted, turning away from the city, away fr

changed

nning away. She was ru

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Bound By Blood: The Billionaire's Contract
Bound By Blood: The Billionaire's Contract
“I woke up gasping for air, expecting the cold concrete of a prison cell, but my fingers sank into the plush leather of a luxury Lincoln. I was twenty-four again, wearing the silver silk dress from the night my life was systematically destroyed. Beside me sat my cousin Catrina, the woman whose carefully crafted lies had orchestrated my ruin and sent me to a penitentiary for five years. In my first life, this was the night the dominoes fell. Catrina stole my jewelry to paint me as mentally unstable, and by morning, I was stripped of my medical license and labeled a criminal. My mother's family, the Montgomerys, stood by and watched as my father's company was devoured by wolves, treating my existence like a "liability" that needed to be managed. I still felt the phantom tremors in my hands from prison fights and the stinging betrayal of being discarded by the people I called family. I had lived through five years of absolute hell, a former surgeon rotting in a cell while the people who framed me toasted to their success at galas I was no longer invited to. "Don't be selfish, Dawn," Catrina whispered, reaching for the necklace that would later be used as evidence against me. "Let the jewelry shine on someone who actually matters." She thought I was still the fragile victim she could manipulate, but she didn't realize I had returned from the grave with the cold, clinical calculation of a fixer. Instead of walking into her trap at the gala, I forced the car onto a dark service road and dragged a dying billionaire, Jennings Stafford, from the wreckage of a burning SUV. He was the only man powerful enough to destroy my enemies, and as I stitched his wounds with stolen supplies, I didn't ask for a thank you. I looked him dead in the eye and proposed a contract that would set the world on fire. "I want a strategic marriage. You get a harmless wife with a legacy name to calm your board, and I get immunity from everyone who ever touched me." The bill for my five years in prison had finally come due, and I was here to collect.”