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Bound To The Devil From My Past

Bound To The Devil From My Past

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1065    |    Released on: Today at 14:39

steps of the New York City Clerk's office were cold, radiating a chill straight through the soles of her shoes, but the sweat o

n the paper. Ge

e air tasting like exhaust fumes and impending rain. She pulled her phone from her bag, the

promised to save the compa

his hair seemingly whiter than it had been just a week ago. The great Bradford

t an option. If she ran, the creditors would circle by midnight. Her fam

ilent purr. It looked absurdly expensive against the grimy street,

breath hitched, a sudden, sh

risp and efficient, and p

rd, so shiny it reflected the gray sky. The cost of that

man unfolded himself from the back seat, rising to his full height. He was tall,

him, turning him into a dark, faceless shape. She couldn't see his features, but she cou

ured, deliberate. The sunlight s

ngs forgot

like it had been carved from granite. Cheekbones that could cut glass. B

o

new that face. She would know it anywhere, even fourteen years l

rth Ma

they had pushed around just because they could. The boy who coughed, who stumbled, who looked at her

k, slow and razor-sharp, curved his lips. I

rumble, vibrating in the space between them. "Or, I sup

s, her knuckles turning white. This wasn't a rescue. This wasn't

to get out, but her throat was sealed shut. She could o

eping over her face like a searchlight. He w

ly cost more than her father's remaining shares. His expression

ve minutes," he said, his

rode toward the entrance, his long legs eating up the distance. He

h wet sand. The reality of her situation crashed over her, cold

She didn't need to look

re? Ashli

e water. She had no choice.

he steps one by one, following the man

mps on her bare arms. The waiting room was fluorescent a

ds, his eyes scanning the pages. He didn't look up as she approached. He didn't acknowledge h

ng worse than his smirk. It was a reminder

d. She stared at the faded pattern on the carp

ber

through the hum of the

stood, smoothing a hand down his tie. Fi

th. But there was a command in them, a

as t

his look seemed to

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Bound To The Devil From My Past
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“To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years. But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms. "Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now." He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school. He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge. He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy. He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me. I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present. Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty? Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase. If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.”