Jilted Heiress: Marrying The Untouchable Tycoon

Chapter 4

Word Count: 727 | Released on: Today at 10:43

e of New York's most ruthless billionaires. The heavy silence in the Soho loft hung like a noose, until Emilee let out a shaky breath that felt

and shadow. Allison perched on a marble kitchen stool, a steaming cup of black coffee in her hands, her laptop screen glowing li

y looked bruised. She'd pulled an all-nighter hacking into her PR firm's restricted databases, and exhaustion clung t

press photos taken from a distance, his face always partially obscured. "No trail, no leverage," she muttered,

a redacted blind item from a top-secret financial gossip blog. "Wall Street's whispering. Severe mysophobia-refuses to be touched by women. Fires assistants

lashed to the airport-his warm, firm grip on her waist, his thumb pressing into her coat, the heat of his

he can't even stand physical intimacy." A beat passed, then she grabbed Allison's wrist. "Thi

ips. "Exactly. An impotent, touch-averse billionaire is the perfect sham husband. No messy expectations, no s

the counter. "Kip Downs-his right-hand man. They're having coffee at a members-only ca

he guest room-slate-grey Dior pantsuit, tailored to perfection, hair pulled back in a sleek chignon, e

R favor to bypass the hostile hostess, and they slid into a back booth, hidden behind tall wooden partitions that

as she rehearsed her pitch-mutual benefit, PR stability, no strings attached. Emilee

final contract terms to Emilee, her voice low and determined. She didn't notice the faint shift on the other side o

riage? In

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

Jilted Heiress: Marrying The Untouchable Tycoon

Piao Guo Modern

“Allison Montgomery was waiting at the airport when an audio alert from her parked Range Rover flashed on her phone. Assuming it was a break-in, she checked the live dashcam feed, only to see her fiancé, Finn, and her younger sister, Cheyanne, passionately making out in the backseat. "Tell me I'm better than her," Cheyanne whispered. "Tell me I'm better than Allison." "You are," Finn gasped. "God, you are." When Allison confronted her family with the video, she expected justice. Instead, her uncle and mother fiercely defended the cheaters. They blamed Allison's "cold and frigid" nature for pushing Finn away, victim-blaming her in front of the entire household staff. To protect their corporate alliance, her uncle ruthlessly announced that the engagement would be transferred to Cheyanne, and threatened to strip Allison of her inheritance. Stripped of her fiancé, her family, and her dignity, Allison realized her pristine twenty-year life was a complete lie. The people who were supposed to love her were actively protecting her abusers, leaving her utterly isolated and burning with a cold, protective rage. Refusing to be their victim, Allison targeted Finn's ruthless, billionaire uncle, Adam Kensington, proposing a fake marriage to secure the capital needed to crush her family. But when the notoriously untouchable Wall Street phantom not only accepted her proposal, but demanded she immediately move into his penthouse to raise his secret daughter, Allison realized she had just sold her soul to the devil.”