Bound To The Ruthless Wall Street Tycoon

Chapter 6

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eep into the pockets of his tailor

echoing in the quiet room, "you will design your own we

The wedding is in two weeks. That is far too soon to f

Kane cut her off, his tone slicing through

n dropped a heavier bomb. "And you will pack your

lungs. She stammers, taking a step back on the pedestal. "Ton

distance she had tried to create. His towering

dictated, his voice leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.

pletely cornered and panicked. Her chest h

ration. "I haven't packed anything. My studio is too bus

sharply away from her. He rais

faint, almost inaudible wheeze as he fought for breath. His bro

linked, watching the sudden, jarri

is face was slightly paler, a thin sheen of sweat on his foreh

triggered a deeply buried, ter

a teenage Kane Sterling, backed into a corner, gasping desperately for air, his face pale and twisted in rage. When he reali

icy wave of primal fear

Sterling was not just futile. It was dangerous. He was

gripping the heavy lace of the d

a defeated, broken voic

still a bit ragged, but he nodded. He looked

Price. "Send the

out a single glance back at Ca

up the distance. He pushed the heavy glass doors ope

closed behind him, leaving a

that had been keeping her upright suddenly dra

g Cailin's arm to steady her b

and hollow. "I need to get to my studio i

desperate to strip off the suffocati

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Bound To The Ruthless Wall Street Tycoon

Lionello Chagnot Modern

“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.”