Betrayed By Him, Saved By His Uncle

Chapter 2

Word Count: 859 | Released on: 07/05/2026

ed against the mattress. Before she could push herself up, a ma

hot lips, carrying heavy, ragged breaths

. Her nails dug deep into the man's broad back. He

He grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her he

rature was unnaturally high. His skin felt lik

outh trailed down her neck. Clara twisted her body in abs

he sobbed against his skin

ompletely destroye

of defense was destroyed. A sharp, tearing pain ripped through her

olled against her skin. He let out a deep gr

drowned in pain and despair. The scent of cedarw

The heavy body collapsed on top of her. H

her bones. She carefully slid out from under his

lothes. Her fingers brushed against a sharp piece

her initials-caught on the metal carving of the bed frame. She yanked

otel security was checking the circuit

it tightly around her naked, bruised

rough the fire escape door, the hotel lights flickered a

arms covered in bruises and the dark hickeys scattered acros

limbed back up to the presidential suite. Every step was a

Julian wasn't back yet. A s

etting, and stood under the scalding water. She scrubbed her

way. She stared at her pathetic reflection. The desp

leeding finger, and applied thick layers of h

She stuffed the ruined trench coat and her torn wedding dres

he front door clicked open. Julian

to the door, and squeezed her eyes shut. Under

elming smell of fresh body wash radiated off him

old friends and lost track of time," Julian whi

ightly, avoiding his touch. "I'm exhausted. My

relief crossed his face. He tur

hat hotel bed, shattered by Julian's betrayal and the brutal violation in the dark. As the agonizing pain radiated through her bruised body, her grief

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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.”