Sold To The Ruthless Wall Street Tycoon

Chapter 5

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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

ll, throbbing pain. She forced a brave smil

of cash and pressed it firmly in

avering. "Take care of your grandkids. Sa

uickly before the tears could spill over her eyelas

ntown toward Manhattan. Carolina stared blankly out the window,

mposing stone steps of the

he entrance. He wore a sharp, charcoal bespoke suit. Amidst the casu

-eyed executive assistant, clutching

c wheels of her suitcase clicked loudly

up and down, his gaze lingering briefly on her pa

eeting. He simply ga

case and pulled out a dense, fifty-pa

private VIP antechamber just inside the building. "We have secured a room. You need

olished mahogany table. She flipped through the thick pages. Her eyes caught brutal clauses abo

paragraph on page forty-two. It explicitly requi

ed up at Gerard, her eyes wide with fear,

ded her personal space, his ta

o you want to back out? Should I make a call and have the bank's liquidation team freeze the ho

her throat. She clicked the pen and furiousl

cking the signatures with clinical preci

the small of her back. The physical contact sent a jolt of electricity dow

miling couples, escorted straight into a

erard's presence. He rushed through the s

k of hesitation in his voice. He stared direc

s out. Her voice was barely a whisper

y registry, binding them leg

marriage certificate a

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

yle family, Mrs. B

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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.”