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Bound To The Devil From My Past

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1105    |    Released on: Today at 14:39

here,

tone bored. Ashlie stared at the line. Ashlie B

o the paper. She forced herself to write, each stroke a tiny act of self-

, brutal efficiency. Ellsworth Marshall. The letters were sharp, aggressive, e

hin booklets across the counter. "Congratulati

ust a piece of paper with a gold seal. It was supposed to be a sy

he counter in front of Ashlie. It landed with a soft slap, the sound echoing in the quiet hall. He also tossed a slim, heavy black envelope bes

Her fingers dug into her palms as she told herself to endure it. For her father, for the Bradford name, this wa

dizzy, untethered from reality. She had done i

en door of the Bentley, bowing s

to halt. He moved closer, backing her up until her shoulders hit the cold metal of the car door. H

ers. His breath smelled like mint and

ly for her. "Marrying you, keeping you legally bound to me... destroyin

seemed to freeze in her veins. She couldn't breathe, couldn't

of the Bentley was sho

with dark hair and eyes that were a miniature version of Ellsw

rain short

ch

th had

ight train. He had a son. A secret

a stepmother to hi

had to rub her face in his past, make her the caretaker for the evidence of

and gave a slight nod. The boy immediately scrambled out of the car, runnin

ie, his gaze hardening.

ng to cooperate. Her pride, what litt

ck further, clearly inti

pping to a dangerous register, "pick him up

king. He hadn't asked for this. He was just another

child. An i

sworth's triumphant face. She thought of her fathe

and knelt down on the sidewalk. She forced

ly, holding out her

e a barely perceptible nod. Then th

ke baby shampoo and milk, a scent that was entirely out of place in this nightmare. Bu

nreadable expression flickering in h

ic

He had taken a picture of her, holding the

she started, but

one. A cold smile touched his lips. "A

dn't explain. He just turned and s

said, his tone professional and devoid of emotion. "Mr. Marshall requi

Numbly, Ashlie recited her number, and he t

from the dark interior. "You

she climbed into the car. The leather was cool against he

nd her. The sound was fina

she thought was his son. With

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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.”