The Disgraced Heiress's Deal With The Devil

Chapter 2

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ment was ungentle, efficient. He reached for the landline

wed at the collar of her uniform, the fabric restricting her bre

r hovered over

blindly reaching out. Her fing

s system. The internal static vanished completely. He looked down at her. Her eyes were

hung up

hunger she couldn't control. She pressed her lip

ogical key. He had spent his life feeling nothing, viewing the world through a sheet of glass. This was not a shatt

r, pinning her wri

dow panes. Inside, the only sounds were r

ll them apart. She clung to the man above her, her nails digging into his shoulders. S

. For the first time in six months,

iced through the

hythm that matched her heart. Memories of the night

still asleep. His arm was draped hea

was, he could blackmail her. He could sell the story to t

r by millimeter, lifted

the plush carpet. Her uniform lay in t

white shirts hung there. She grabbed one and pulled

er sat next to a gold watch. She reac

hifted in

lling her hand back. N

cash. Just a tube of lipstick that

haking hands, she scribbled: I'm sorry. She added a string

e on the pillow

she crept out

eeped. A man in a suit walked in, ca

e woman wearing his boss's shirt,

a finger to he

m, out the door, a

was a wreck. Everet was sitting up,

read the apology. He cru

lly neutral. "The woman who just ra

ical smile touched his lips. The look of a scientis

ight of the name. "Find out why she was drugg

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The Disgraced Heiress's Deal With The Devil

Juline Walden Modern

“I was working a catering gig under a fake name at the Pierre Hotel, desperately trying to stay invisible after my father's high-profile financial fraud ruined our lives. Everything shattered when Silas Thorne handed me a glass of drugged champagne and cornered me in a locked restroom, his slurred voice demanding I "thank him properly" as he kicked in the door. To escape a fate worse than death, I lunged across a hundred-meter drop onto the balcony of the city's most feared billionaire, Everet Adams. But the nightmare didn't end there. When I finally crawled back to my family's cramped apartment, my father wasn't relieved to see me alive; he was furious I had "ruined the deal." He held my mother's last gold locket over a flame, threatening to melt it unless I returned to Silas to finish what he started. My stepmother stood by, screaming that my body was the only currency we had left to pay the rent. I stared at the man who raised me, realizing he had orchestrated my assault just to secure bail money for my brother. To my own flesh and blood, I wasn't a daughter-I was a commodity, a piece of meat to be traded to the highest bidder. When Everet Adams tracked me down and offered me a way out, it came with a two-hundred-page marriage contract and a cold demand for an heir. I looked at the live feed of my brother being cornered in a prison yard and picked up the pen. "I'll sign," I told him, stepping out of my father's shadow and into a gilded cage. As the elevator doors opened to a wall of paparazzi cameras, I leaned into Everet's cold embrace. The world saw a fairy tale, but I knew the truth-I had just sold my soul to the only monster capable of protecting me from my own blood.”