Betrayed By Him, Saved By His Uncle

Chapter 3

Word Count: 790 | Released on: 07/05/2026

woke up first. She stared at Julian's sleeping fac

Tom Ford tailored suit. She pulled her hair into a

checked the concealer on her neck. No red marks we

e when he saw her corporate attire. A

Park today? Why are you dressed like that?" He wal

She picked up her coffee cup. "The honeymoon is o

with a loving smile. "Back to work? You're too tired. Did

ce remained blank. "The company is pushing the AI medi

ney is my job. I'll wire fifty thousand dollars into your

. "Fifty thousand? Julian, my mother's special care unit at the nursing hom

eyes. His tone hardened. "You're too aggressive! What k

"I am the co-founder of Vance Tech. I own twenty percent of

ank violently. Panic flashed across his

st worried about your health." Julian compromised. H

t. She forced a perfect, fake

cond the door closed, he pulled out his phone and

at the lowest desk. Make her life m

glass. She pulled out her phone and ordered an Uber.

the small software startup she and Julian co-founded, Vance Tech, had been aggressively acquired by this massive corporate monolith. That ac

radiating authority. The receptionist's jaw d

ved for executives. She pressed the up button a

oors slowly

de, but froze instantly. Her heel

imposing man. He wore a perfectly tailored dark grey

nt scar rested above his brow bone. His

he current CEO of Vanc

th to greet him, but her eyes dropped to h

s. The size and spacing perfectly matched the desperate scrat

of cedarwood seemed to rush out of the el

ached out with his scarred hand and blocked the metal d

u getti

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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.”