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Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire Husband

Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire Husband

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1280    |    Released on: 06/05/2026

ct's VIP club vibrated so hard it

augh. The strobe lights flashed across her face, hiding the absolute deadness in her eyes. The t

eaming some meaningless goss

th the latest high-end jewelry collections and designer handbags. Her heart beat as wildly as the heavy bass vibrating through the floorboards, a frantic rhythm th

oor of the private

way in. The music cut off abruptly. Someone screamed

te. He snatched the champagn

on," the bodyguard said, his voice

cold sweat broke out on the bac

guard's grip. Her six-inch heels caught on

men simply flanked her, half-dragg

ezing night ai

backseat of an armored SUV. The heavy doors slammed shut

inley slammed her fists against th

r seat turned and handed her

per. The streetlights flickered across th

ical care authorization, the s

r disgust of seeing his name mixe

und parking garage of Mount Sinai Hospital. The harsh, f

clicking wildly against the concrete. She bolted f

P floor. Finley rushed out and slammed

old cedar and mint

d her shoulders, steadyi

swept over her smeared eyeliner and her sequined

lapping his arms away. Her skin crawled

ionless mask. "His organs are failing.

ICU, she saw Benton. Tubes snaked out of his mouth and a

rd she couldn't breathe.

edge of the bed. She grabbed his frail, wrinkled hand.

luttered. He took

her wrist. The grip was shockingly t

oice barely a whisper, but heavy with

rom her face. She yanked her

urning. "He's a parasite! He's just waiting

or. He didn't say a word. His dark eyes

he mattress. "You are reckless! A fool

rom everyone, the part that had secretly aced every finance elective at Columbia before dropping out-whispered that her grandfather wasn't wrong about her public persona. She had spen

ivative and valuation model-but admitting that would mean exposing the one weapon she had left. So she clenched her fists and pretended to be lost. A sudden, inexplicable irritation flared in her ches

water pitcher from the bedside

ieces, exploding across the linoleum

Haiden shot her a look so lethal the woman

cough. It was a

A flashing red light bathed the room.

ands flying to her mouth. Her h

gh the door, shovin

arm around Finley's waist and hauled her ba

n the hall. She stomped her stiletto

idn't ev

end of the corridor. He planted both hands

dangerous rumble, "the board will tear Blackwell I

black in the dim light. For the first time, the sh

doctor stepped out, his face grim. "He's stab

e out. Haiden caug

A single tear dropped onto

out, the word tearing h

complicated, dark emotion flickered in his

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Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire Husband
Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire Husband
“Finley was forced by her dying grandfather to marry Haiden Mitchell, a ruthless corporate executive, just to secure the family's billion-dollar empire. But right after their humiliating wedding, she discovered a sickening secret: he was hiding a dying mistress and a little boy who called him "Daddy." Desperate to escape the marriage, she recorded them at the hospital and showed the evidence to her grandfather, begging for an annulment. Instead, her grandfather coldly replied that loyalty was a luxury for the poor. As long as Haiden kept the stock prices high, he didn't care if the man had ten hidden bastards. To silence her, her grandfather froze all her trust funds, confiscated her phone, and abandoned her, leaving her entirely under Haiden's absolute control. Haiden even brought the illegitimate boy into their penthouse, pinning her against the wall with a ruthless threat. "You will act as his mother in public, or you will have absolutely nothing." Finley was completely trapped, stripped of her freedom and humiliated. She had always thought Haiden was just a greedy parasite waiting to drain the Blackwell fortune dry. That was until she found a highly confidential fax hidden under his coffee table. It bore an ancient, gothic crest-a lion holding a sword-a symbol far more terrifying and powerful than anything in the New York corporate world. Her blood ran cold. Who exactly was she married to?”