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Betrayed By Him, Saved By His Uncle

Chapter 5

Word Count: 833 | Released on: 07/05/2026

o HR. The director handed her a tra

iness too long. The company is reassigning you to

signature. He wanted to humiliate her into quittin

ng grin. "Well, well. The boss's wife, coming down to experience pe

. "Manager Mitch, in the office, i

o a broken, dusty desk shoved into t

ning. She needed this position to

out of the building. A black Bentley p

ke you home." He wore h

g to tip him off. The ca

g Island. Julian started complaining. "You rea

demoted me from Vice Director to j

e he could snap, his phone vi

number. Clara recognized the las

creen. Panic crossed hi

r?" Clara turned, a c

" Juli

[Julian, help me! My ex found me! H

lor. He yanked the steering wheel, tires scree

t out and call a cab." He was a

on a hi

Julian dropped his mask and roared. He leaned over,

he Bentley roared back in

s. Freezing wind whipped her dark hair. Massive trucks

her bones. Just as despair started to chok

ad's sharp profile. His deep eyes swept over her purpl

n. She slid into the backseat, pressing herself

rcus. He reached out and c

owing air. Clara's frozen limbs slowly

asked. His deep voice vibr

ted to take a walk." She lied t

"Taking a walk on a sixty-

She stared down, twis

aped into the road. Marcus slamm

n a split second, Conrad's arm shot out, wr

. He grunted. Two buttons on her th

his shoulders, her shirt torn open, exposing her skin and the deep curve of her clea

bruise. His pupils went black

"I-I'm sorry." She clutched

ut the window. His voice was hoarse. "Marcus, keep driving."

oulders, drowning in his scent. Neither spoke.

the Maybach pulled u

nk you," pushed the door ope

oor, his eyes locked onto the oversized men's jack

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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.”