Betrayed By Him, Saved By His Uncle

Author: Ben Nan

Chapter 1

Word Count: 675 | Released on: 07/05/2026

l suite. The room was dark, silent. The anticipation of Julian's ar

s. Her bare feet hit th

ice bounced off

er and hit two wine glasses. She paused. The rim of one glass bor

rints on the plush carpet to the walk-in closet. She pushed the half-open

ece of black lace lingerie lay there. Extremely rev

ic seemed to burn her fingers. Bile rushed up

ed Julian. Voicemail. The automat

signal sat stationary in the VIP garage,

h coat, wrapped it tight around her shiv

. She stared at the red numbers, twisting

ed silently through the rows of luxury cars. Her eyes caught a

windshield, under the weak overhead light, she saw two

her head back. Sierra Shaw. Julian's childhood friend. The

k, and deliberately turned her face toward the window, her gaze

burned her eyes. A sharp, hot pain cracke

ands trembled as she lifted her phon

. She shoved the phone into her pocket, spun around, and

her twenty percent of their company shares to him. "Tax evasion," he'd said. If she confronted him n

She swallowed the blood, the humiliation, the rag

ng harsh and ugly in the concrete shaft. She climbed blindl

e couldn't take another step. She pushed ope

d against the wall, wiping her face,

t in the hallway died. Abso

ed off. Heavy, rapid foot

reat to the stairwell, but a massive, b

mixed with the metallic ta

anked forward, dragged into a dark

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“On her wedding night at The Plaza Hotel, Clara went looking for her husband. Instead, she found him in the dimly lit parking garage, passionately pinning down her bridesmaid. She couldn't even scream or expose them. Just hours before the ceremony, Julian had tricked her into signing away her twenty percent shares of their co-founded company, leaving her completely penniless and unable to pay her grandmother's life-saving medical bills. Fleeing in absolute despair, a sudden hotel blackout plunged her into a second nightmare. She was dragged into a pitch-black room and brutally violated by a heavily drugged stranger. When a shattered Clara returned to the office to audit the books and reclaim her power, Julian demoted her to a dusty desk by the trash cans. He flaunted his mistress in the executive suite and deliberately sent Clara into a horrifying trap. He arranged for vicious clients to drug and assault her, demanding high-definition blackmail photos so he could divorce her with absolutely nothing. "Since you want to play rough, you can service Mr. Petrocelli tonight," the thug sneered, locking the VIP room door. Clara was pushed to the brink of hell. Why was the man she devoted three years of her life to trying to destroy her so completely? And why did the freezing cedarwood scent of the stranger who ruined her in the dark perfectly match Conrad Vance, the ruthless CEO and Julian's untouchable uncle? Rather than let Julian win, Clara smashed a glass bottle, held the jagged edge to her own throat to force the men back, and threw herself off the second-floor balcony into the freezing night. But the bone-crushing impact never came. A massive figure shot out from the shadows and caught her, and her brutal counterattack finally began.”