Betrayed By Him, Saved By His Uncle

Chapter 6

Word Count: 739 | Released on: 07/05/2026

ed down. The streetlights illuminated Conr

shoulder for nearly two hours. Her legs were completely numb, her exposed skin was pale with the early, dangerous signs

fied of this man. But a brutal gust of freezing

r open. She slid into the backseat, pressing herself against the doo

, Marcus. He reached out and crank

frozen limbs slowly thawed, but her nerves were stretched tigh

. His deep voice vibrated in the enclose

ast shred of dignity. "He had an emergency at w

ight through her pathetic lie. "Taking a w

oked down, her fingers twisting the fabric o

rofile. A strange irritation flared in his

eer leaped out of the dark woods d

slammed his foot on the brakes. The

rward. She was about to smash her f

. His massive hand wrapped around her waist a

's solid chest. He let out a muff

thin silk shirt. Two buttons on her chest poppe

nd herself straddling Conrad's lap, her hand

ripped open, exposing the pale skin of he

way whatever remained of the makeup on her neck, completely exposing the dar

n and the violent bruise. His pupils dilated into p

he realized the extremely compromising position she was

ching her torn shirt together. Her face was burnin

ipped his gaze away and stared out the window. His

acket-still holding his body heat-an

und her shoulders. The overwhelming scent of h

he ride. The air inside the car felt th

ach pulled up to the gates of

d the door open, and ran toward the house,

parked. Julian stood by the door, his eyes locked onto the oversized

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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.”