Bound To The Ruthless Wall Street Tycoon

Chapter 4

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wide, watching the reflection of the

tall, broad-shouldered figure instantly dominat

nough to draw blood. His dark hair was impeccably styled, but his exp

e in the boutique seem

e looked terrified, her hands clutching a clipboard to her chest. "M-Mr. Sterlin

g," Kane stated coldly, his eyes

aight, her usual loud bravado dying in her throat as she t

g area. His dark, piercing eyes locked

ds flew to her sides, gripping the smooth fabr

tensely critical, burning a path over her bare shoulders,

silence stretched into an a

off-the-shoulder design suddenly felt like she was standing

able tension. She cleared her th

t even blink in her direction. He treate

oward the pedestal, closing the phys

l catching on the edge of the pedestal. She almost

lightly, a tiny muscle ticking ne

toward Ms. Price, who was vi

d, low voice that vibrated through

She opened her mouth, but quickly bit her tongue, suppress

-I apologize, Mr. Sterling. What... w

as wearing a heavily beaded, high-neck gown with long lace sleeves. It looked like armor. Not the kind that protects, but t

one. Immediately,

her mouth to protest. "Excuse me, but Cailin chos

-eyed glare. It was a look devoid of any human warmth, a look

ly silenced, her m

nna's hand, squeezing it hard. It was a si

fusing to meet Kane's eyes. She whi

ket with one hand, his face

l and walked over to the velvet

authority. He rested his arm on the back of the sofa and fixed hi

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“My father sold me to Kane Sterling, a ruthless Wall Street billionaire, to save his bankrupt real estate empire. I thought I could just be a quiet, invisible wife, but Kane completely shattered that illusion at my dress fitting. He rejected the simple silk gown I chose, forcing me into a heavy, suffocating, high-neck beaded dress that felt like a literal cage. "This is much more appropriate for a Sterling bride." His absolute control didn't end there. He ordered me to design my own wedding jewelry overnight and demanded I move into his penthouse that very night. When my childhood sweetheart Hudson showed up begging me to run away with him, I had to cruelly break his heart just to protect him from Kane's terrifying wrath. I didn't know Kane was watching us from the shadows, his insane possessiveness triggering a violent, gasping asthma attack in the back of his SUV. I only felt the crushing despair of being nothing more than a liquidated asset, completely at the mercy of a man who looked at me like prey. Why did he insist on suffocating every part of my life when this was supposed to be just a cold corporate acquisition? Dragging my heavy suitcases into his heavily guarded building in the dead of night, I was forced to use my freshly signed marriage certificate just to get past security. As the private elevator doors slid open to his pitch-black penthouse, I stepped right into the monster's lair.”