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Betrayed By Him, Saved By His Uncle

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 457    |    Released on: 07/05/2026

scalp prickled. She forced her stiff legs to ste

Conrad," she whispere

gave a low "Hmm" and turned to h

t. The elevat

her lungs. Clara's stomach cramped. Cold sweat bro

oard members who drugged your drink at th

hard. Her legs buckled. Her heel twisted,

e cut to her. "Are you sick?" His v

p well. Low blood suga

ered on her pale f

inding metal. The elevator jer

ast night surged. Clara let out a s

and hooked around her waist. She was yan

t his jacket, nails digging

It's just a power failure." His voice was r

cked her back. She stopped

or kicked in. The

. The concealer had rubbed off against his suit. A

flash of memory-a woman cry

her hand over the mark, and shoved him

t the fifteenth floor. Sales

ed out wit

ack disappear. He slowly raised his right hand and

Julian's recent activiti

ge from the fifteenth floor of the Plaza last nig

lashed cold water on her face and stared at

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Betrayed By Him, Saved By His Uncle
Betrayed By Him, Saved By His Uncle
“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.”