Betrayed By Him, Saved By His Uncle

Chapter 2

Word Count: 665 | Released on: 07/05/2026

mattress. Before she could push up, a heavy

am. Hot, ragged lips crushed

the dark. Her nails scraped across a broa

grabbed both her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her hea

burned against hers. He

rning mouth trailed down her neck. Cla

he sobbed against his skin

had stole

sharp, searing pain tore through her. She a

her skin. A deep growl rumbled from his ches

thing. The scent of cedarwood and

d. The heavy body collapsed on her. His

her bones, Clara slid out from unde

clothes. Her fingers hit something sharp.

l carving of the bed frame. She yanked free. The clasp

ecurity checking the breakers. T

wrapped it around her naked, br

shed through the fire door, the lights blazed

at her arms, the bruises and dark marks scattered

e climbed back to the presidential suite. Every step wa

ulian wasn't back. She

setting, and stood under the scalding water. She scrubbed h

reflection. Tangled dark hair. Red-rimmed eyes. The despa

ver her neck and collarbones. She changed into a long-sleeved, high-necked silk pajama set. The ruin

se, the front door clicked op

and squeezed her eyes shut. Under th

elming smell of fresh body wash radiated off him

ran into some old friends." His g

. My head is killing me," she ras

his face. He turned and

d. The woman who had walked down the aisle ye

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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.”