Betrayed By Him, Saved By His Uncle

Chapter 4

Word Count: 735 | Released on: 07/05/2026

door. Her scalp went numb. She had no way to retrea

t corner away from him. "Good morning, Uncle Con

didn't look at her again. He turned his head toward

he sudden gravity pull stretched Clara's al

radiating from Conrad invaded her lungs. It perfectly

broke out on her back. Her hand instinctively flew up to

, the board members who drugged your drink at T

ain. Her heart leaped into her throat. Her legs gave out. Her sti

He frowned slightly. His deep, pierci

e was low, carrying the heavy

e squeezed out a smile. "I'm fine. I didn'

igh collar and her pale face fo

tal echoed above them. The elevator jer

ggered immediately. She let out a short, terrified

ot out and hooked around her waist. She was y

t hit her full force. The sheer terror of bei

hands against his chest, her nails digging int

n deepened. Instead of letting go, his arm tig

Conrad barked out. His voice was right next to

skin shocked Clara back to reality. She sto

silence, the backup generator kick

ing her frantic thrashing against his solid chest, the heavy layers of concealer she had meticulously applied that morning had

d at the mark. A fragmented memory of a woman cryi

d over her collar, and shoved him away with all her

the 15th floor-the Sales Dep

he bolted out of the elevator li

ppear. He slowly raised his right hand and stared at the th

o Julian's recent activities?" Marcus

from the 15th floor of The Plaza Hotel last night. I

shed freezing water onto her face. She stared at h

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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.”