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Bound To The Ruthless Wall Street Butcher

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 774 | Released on: 05/02/2026

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," Richard groaned

door and leaned against

pried up a loose floorboard.

b. A small lump was breathing rhythmically. He was sa

the nanny,

Elayne whispered. "Tom

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said, trying to convince he

indow. She pulled

cross the street. Men in sui

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a bag, they would follow. If she went to Que

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twenty minutes later. Mrs. Higgins

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baby. Elayne collapsed into a

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sterile, fluorescent light.

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friend's," she lied. "She... she's i

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the photographer's memory card. And his car, if you have to. The story is that Miss Baxter was visiting a child f

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oldly. "You are coming with me. Unless you want the world

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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."”