Bound To The Disabled Apocalyptic Tycoon

Chapter 4

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e the imposing entrance. She pressed the intercom button and stated her

d under her shoes. Thick, dark ivy crawled up the stone walls of

op of the stone steps. His tuxedo was immaculate, his postu

t was polite but entirely devoid of

ch at the title. "

ed and led her through the dimly lit, opulent hallways of the manor

n and stepped aside, gestur

, smelling strongly of medicinal alcohol a

in the massive stone fireplace, casting dancing shadows over

irelight illuminated his sharp, ruthless jawline a

lting. "The Aguilar family actually sent a country

remained steady. She walked over to the

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u alive, but I will give you the mean

ed to drop ten degrees. Kenneth'

arge hand clamped around Jessie's throat, pinning her bac

his breath hot against her fa

stared back at him. Her eyes were dead, carrying the heavy, ro

aze wasn't fearful; it was ancient. His fingers

away from her neck. She adjusted her collar.

cruel smirk playing on his lips. "What mean

ut a black, encrypted USB drive, and dro

I need everything on it delivered to my estate

ectangle. He was intrigued by her abs

expression completely flat. "Then in two mo

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, but she did

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“Jessie's biological parents brought her back from a Rust Belt wasteland just to force her into marrying a paralyzed heir to save their bankrupt empire. Three years later, when the global doomsday apocalypse hit, her own family shoved her into a swarm of infected corpses. As she was being torn apart by mutated hounds, she was stunned by what she saw. Her fake sister, Harley, was clutching the antique silver necklace she had stolen from Jessie-an heirloom that secretly contained a magical spatial dimension. When the infected swarmed them, her biological mother didn't even look back. "Jessie is just white trash, she is perfectly suited to buy us time to run!" Harley used Jessie's stolen necklace to live in absolute safety and luxury, while Jessie's windpipe was ripped out in the rotting wasteland. Until she died, Jessie didn't understand. She was their true flesh and blood. Why did her parents hate her so much? Why was she sacrificed so easily while the fake daughter got everything? Opening her eyes again, the blinding glare of a crystal chandelier stabbed into her retinas. She was back in the Manhattan penthouse on the exact day they sold her off. This time, Jessie calmly signed the marriage contract, demanded a one hundred million dollar buyout, and walked out to prepare for the apocalypse.”