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Sold To The Ruthless Wall Street Tycoon

Sold To The Ruthless Wall Street Tycoon

Author: Sea Jet
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1216    |    Released on: 19/05/2026

window of the penthouse office, her posture stra

e, blurring the city lights into streaks of cold gray. Her trench coat was soaked through, the damp fabric cli

vy mahogany double

p, like a gunshot

chin lifting as she faced

shed a fourteen-hour day on Wall Street. His charcoal bespoke suit was immaculate. He

tirely, his long strides carrying him straight to

r throat tasted like copper, but she fo

Boy

he liquid splashed softly against the ice. He finally turned, leaning

s eyes. She did

y fiancé. The Gonzalez Group is facing a hostile takeover. I'm here because you're the onl

a slow, deliberate sip. His expression was

on his massive desk. The crystal hit

rated in Carolina's chest, "would I want to make an ene

Her heels sank into the plush

alez Group holds the largest private infrastructure contracts on the Eastern Se

narrowed almos

rolina continued. "Full management rights. You would have

steps were slow, measured, and entirely predatory. "From what I understand, Miss Gonzal

ulse hammere

. And I'm offering t

is height forcing her to tilt her chin up to maintain eye contact.

amused him. "Nothing on Wall Street

voice dropping but not breakin

ickered. Something sh

. "That is a dangerous blank c

except myself." Carolina held his gaz

e turned, walked to his high-backed leather chair, and sat d

ove

stiffened

ached, as if he were negotiating a standard merger. "Show

sides. Her knuckles went white. "

his whiskey, watching her

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d out of Caro

k to a dark room, heavy hands, the suffocating panic of being pinned down. Her

idn't

tience. "The door is open. You are fr

a hospital bed against the screaming trauma in her own head. She thought of Caswell

d toward

ch step a deliberate choice. She rounde

at her, his expre

of his leather chair, caging him in. She closed her eyes tigh

er lips were stiff, closed tight, pressing against h

tire body went completely rigid. He was genuinel

ir, holding her firmly in place. He tilted her head, taking absolute control, and deepened the k

fingers dug into the leather armrests. Pure pan

uptly brok

t rising as his breathin

d open. Her lips were sw

. Jerrad Hutchinson had been her fiancé for three years, but Gerard knew instan

s voice rougher than be

weak, but she forced herself to stand straigh

voice steadier than she

ained the glass in one slow swallow. When he set the crystal dow

ou. But I have

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Sold To The Ruthless Wall Street Tycoon
Sold To The Ruthless Wall Street Tycoon
“My family's empire went bankrupt overnight, and my father was dying in the ICU. To save him, I had to walk into the penthouse of Wall Street's most ruthless billionaire, Gerard Boyle, and beg for a bailout. But Gerard didn't just want my company's shares as collateral. He demanded I take off my engagement ring and sign a suffocating prenuptial agreement to become his society wife. Meanwhile, my fiancé of three years, Jerrad, vanished the second our stock plummeted. When he finally showed up as my family estate was being foreclosed, it wasn't to save me. "All you need to do is sign over your voting rights to me." He wanted to steal my father's legacy for pennies on the dollar while playing the white knight. When I publicly exposed his betrayal and threw the diamond ring at his chest, he threatened to ruin me. I lost everything, even having to abandon my lifelong Juilliard fellowship to find cheap corporate gigs just to survive. I thought selling my freedom into a terrifying, cold marriage with Gerard would at least guarantee my father's survival. But then the doctor delivered a crushing blow: my father needed a sudden half-million-dollar experimental surgery to live. It was a massive out-of-pocket cost completely excluded from Gerard's ironclad contract. Why was I being pushed into a corner with absolutely no way out? Looking at my frail father through the ICU glass, I knew that begging my new billionaire husband for this money meant surrendering my soul entirely. I wiped my tears, turned my back on the ward, and silently vowed to raise the money myself, even if it killed me.”