Sold To The Ruthless Wall Street Tycoon

Chapter 5

Word Count: 659 | Released on: 19/05/2026

her suitcase down the long gravel driveway of the Gonzal

to school since she was a little girl, was waiting by the wrou

hick with emotion. "Let me drive you one last time

ached, but she set her jaw

of cash and pressed it firmly in

uiet but firm. "You've taken care of my family for tw

rned away quickly, blinking hard, and go

d Manhattan. Carolina stared out the window, watching her old life recede b

posing stone steps of the B

entrance in a sharp, charcoal bespoke suit. Amidst the casual morning

-eyed executive assistant, clutching

d changed into a simple black dress-

pt over her, pausing briefly on her pale

eeting. He simply ga

document. "The prenuptial agreement, Miss Gonzalez. We have a con

e papers on the polished mahogany table. She flipped through the pages with steady hands. Her eyes registered

A clause requiring her to fulfill

ds implied. But she had already made her decision. She w

ow tab. Each stroke was sharp, deliberate. When she f

he signatures with clinical precisio

flat against the small of her back. Carolina did not pul

at the Manhattan Marriage Bureau, escorted stra

tandard vows, his voice shakin

said. His voi

's eyes, pinning her in place. S

er voice was quiet,

clerk stamped the marriage certificate and

ner pocket of his suit jacket, right over his heart.

e Boyle family

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“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.”