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Bound to My Former Professor

Bound to My Former Professor

Author: Eileen
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Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 1018    |    Released on: Today at 15:42

ehicle's tomb-like silence. The vibrant, chaotic pulse of Manhattan was reduced to a blurred, impressionistic smear of neon and shadow, a world away from th

hat had yet to dissipate. The dim ambient light, a soft, honeyed glow, was just enough to trace the stark contrast between a man,

in a boardroom closing a ten-billion-dollar merger, or in a hushed lecture hall at Columbia, dissecting complex financial mo

through her meticulously applied foundation. She watched, as if from a great distance, as he leaned in. He didn't offer a word of comfort. Instead, he pressed a lingering, almost cl

olden couple, the poster children for ambitious, brilliant futures, their path seemingly paved with gold. She remembered the precise moment Brendon Powell had approached them. He moved through the crowded ballroom with an unnerving, predatory grace, parting the sea of socialites and b

ity to be neutralized. Tonight, at a party ostensibly celebrating Grant's new funding round, his sister, Megan, had smiled with saccharine sweetness while sliding a gin and tonic into her hand. A drink that had tasted faintly, cloyingly of som

venue, her vision tunneling, and collapsed directly into the path of Brendon Powell's departing car.

omical and precise. He seemed utterly unfazed, as if her traumatic, life-altering ordeal was nothing more than a min

e swirled the bourbon, the heavy ice clinking softly against the gl

mach twisted with a potent cocktail of humiliation, violation, and a white-hot rage that had nowhere to go. "Professor Powel

the breast pocket of his jacket and produced a business card. It was a thick, heavy rectangle of what looked like brushed platinum, his name and a single phone

s together, a futile gesture of preserving a dignity that had already been stolen from her. When the car finally glided

y, the blinding, strobing pulses of red and blue light slashed through the rainy darkness. An NYPD squad car ha

corporate embezzlement and wire fraud. A complaint was filed an hour ago by your employer, Mr. Grant Vance." The

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Bound to My Former Professor
Bound to My Former Professor
“My boyfriend Grant and I built our tech startup from the ground up. I wrote the code, he handled the money. I trusted him with my life. Then, the FBI raided our office. I was arrested for embezzling three million dollars. The proof was a wire transfer with my perfect, forged signature. Grant, the man I loved, stood by and watched me get hauled away. He whispered the real price of my freedom: take the fall, or he'd cancel my grandmother's life-saving heart surgery by noon. My accounts were frozen. With the hospital's deadline looming, I had no choice. I signed the confession, selling myself into slavery just to keep my grandmother alive. My first task as his "assistant" was to serve drinks at an exclusive club, forced into a cheap corset and a skirt that was barely there. That's when I saw him. The ruthless billionaire from the other night-the man Grant's setup had thrown me to. When I stumbled and fell at his feet, he caught my wrist. The look in his eyes wasn't pity. It was possession.”
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