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The Ruthless Heir's Five Million Bride

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 770    |    Released on: 21/04/2026

ough the broken blinds, sta

sound of pain ca

gginess. He woke up like a cornered leopard

plastic zip ties bit vi

ron headboard shrieked, the entire bed f

he baseball bat slipped in her swe

head. His eyes

n degrees. The sheer, predatory aggressi

ded. His voice was weak, but th

bat tighter, holding it like a shiel

The anger in his eyes flickered, rep

I?" he

games with me." She raise

thing turned rapid, panicked. He wasn't looking at her anymore; he wa

nuinely t

aced. He had amnesia. The five million d

or him. She needed

lked to the edge of the be

er voice remarkably steady.

ing. He opened his e

king laugh scraped

annel pajamas, the peeling paint on the w

pping with aristocratic disdain. "It costs more than this ent

ng sharply. "You bought that before the bank

eyes w

iron bed frame shrieked in protest, the metal joints bending and warping violently under his immense power, but the pipe didn't break. Instead, the sheer, violent friction

scre

ken half of the plastic tie with him, and

own. Her knees

art. He inhaled sharply, h

e a dangerous rumble against her lips.

hot against her mouth. The sheer, overpowering

His lips were a mi

r hand downward, pressing her palm directl

p hiss. His grip on

alling off the bed and hitt

est heaving. "I don't know you

ching his bleeding stomach. His chest rose and fell

ere screaming. He was bleeding out in a stranger's apar

e terrified wom

denly devoid of all emotion, cold as a boardroom

hed into her pocket, pulled out the

the remaining zip tie. The

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The Ruthless Heir's Five Million Bride
The Ruthless Heir's Five Million Bride
“I dragged a bleeding man out of a flooded alley to get the five million dollars he promised me. He woke up with severe amnesia, so I hid him in my cramped apartment, desperate to secure the cash for my seven-year-old son's life-saving asthma medication. But while washing his ruined, custom-tailored suit, I found a heavy gold signet ring hidden inside the seam. It was deeply engraved with a vicious falcon gripping a broadsword. My blood instantly ran cold. Ten years ago, the ruthless Wall Street billionaire who dismantled my father's company and drove my parents to suicide wore that exact ring. I had just saved the monster who destroyed my family, and now he was sleeping in my bed, right down the hall from my little boy. I stood in the kitchen, gripping a heavy butcher knife until my knuckles turned white. He was completely helpless in the next room, burning with a severe infection. I could drive the blade into his chest right now and finally end this ten-year nightmare. But then I looked at the astronomical pharmacy bills and the eviction notices pinned to the fridge. Vengeance wouldn't buy my son's next breath. "I am not interested in you, I am only interested in your money." I put the knife down, grabbed the medical supplies, and walked into the bedroom to nurse my sworn enemy back to health. Revenge could wait, but until I got my five million, the devil was mine to keep.”