Bound To The Ruthless Wall Street Butcher

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 847 | Released on: 05/02/2026

em inside a vacuum of leather and silence. The s

fic with a smoothness that felt unnatural. Elayne sat pressed

ked at her since she was shoved into the car. He was reading a document o

ce shaking. "I... I want to apologi

on," Gunnar said.

inked. "E

creen. "Including the bridge loan from Sterling Capital that is currently in default. Your fathe

from her face. It had been f

he whispered, the fig

ere predatory. "That photo of us is already trending. My company's stock

urant, turned from the front passenger

er," Cornell said. His voice was

e screen. Consultin

ality clause in my grandfather's trust to oust me. They think I'm unstable. A

to... act?"

e part. I get control of the trust. In re

n't be in the spotlight. Not with the secret she was

laugh. He tapped the screen

ur Sterling was on the phone, his face red with rage. "Burn it," he was sc

th. The gallery. Her mother's

d her space, his scent-sandalwoo

ent for what you did in the restaurant. I will bury you in legal fees unti

was a monster. A beautifu

m Meredith, her stepmother: YOU STUPID G

l, warm weight she held in her arms every night

Her hand trembled as she signed

instantly. The predator rela

e," he ordere

ed, panic spiking again.

Gunnar said, returning to his read

he highway that led to Long Island.

me, he held a bottle of water and a

politely. "We pulled your recent prescripti

ords. A wave of cold relief washed over her, so potent it made her dizzy. They knew about

the "rehabilitation" stay in Switze

r fingers brushing Cor

k. He looked exhausted, human for just a sec

ach, tracing the faint line of th

erself. If they knew, this

l, but she had to make sure he ne

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Bound To The Ruthless Wall Street Butcher

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“I was trapped in a velvet booth at Le Bernardin, Arthur Sterling's hand crawling up my knee as he whispered that my father would be in handcuffs by morning if I didn't spend the night with him. Desperate to escape, I lunged at the only man more dangerous than Arthur-Gunnar Kirk, the "Butcher of Wall Street"-and kissed him in front of every camera in the room, thinking I was choosing the lesser of two evils. I was wrong; Gunnar didn't just play along, he took possession, forcing me into a cold-blooded contract to be his fake fiancée to save his corporate image from an SEC investigation. While my greedy stepmother and sister were busy fighting over the diamonds he sent, I was living in terror, trying to hide the one thing that truly mattered: my infant son, hidden away with a nanny in a cramped Queens apartment. When my baby suffered a febrile seizure and I rushed to the ER, I looked up to see Gunnar standing in the doorway, his glacial eyes boring into me as he realized the "ruined" socialite was hiding a child from her past. I tried to sabotage the wedding, setting up my fame-hungry stepsister as a decoy bride so I could flee to Switzerland with my son, but Gunnar caught me on the fire escape before I could take a single step toward freedom. He threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour and told me that if I didn't walk down that aisle, he would personally ensure my father rotted in prison. We stood at the altar and exchanged vows in a ceremony built on blackmail and lies, but as we walked out as husband and wife, Gunnar didn't look at me with affection; he turned to his assistant and ordered a total deep dive into the medical records I had spent a year trying to erase. "Find out exactly what happened during those nine months in Switzerland, and tell me who that baby really belongs to."”