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Bound To The Devil From My Past

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 713    |    Released on: Today at 14:39

e chair across from h

his back to Warren, looking out at the city. The posture

nced at his legal team, who were hovering near the door,

d for total control, a hostile takeover, the complete destru

uments Warren had spread out on the desk. He didn'

e simple," E

t hammered ag

Group," Ellsworth said, his tone flat. "This will co

was more than double what they ne

arren asked, his voi

ing five fingers. "I want fort

venty, eighty, even ninety. Forty-eight percent meant the Bradford fam

worth wanted revenge, why

atter. What is he playing at? Is he trying to lull me into a false sense of security before he guts the company from the inside? Or is ther

into a cold smile. "I have no interest in running a fa

words sink in. "So, y

y. He kept his job. This wasn't a takeo

ick, the hidden trap. "Mr. Marshall, ar

nutes to decide. After that, the offer is off the table, and I will instruct my team to begin

, sharp and deadly. But it was wrapped

emy, but he was acting like a savior. Was this for Ashlie? The thought terrifi

. Ellsworth tapped his foot,

ompany. He couldn't risk his family's future

eached across the desk, his

ed to his assistant. "Bring in the legal

table was covered in documents. Pens scratched agai

ooked up at Ellsworth, who was stand

his voice low and desperate

eyes like chips of ice. He stared at Warr

arren felt a chill run down his spine. He

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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.”