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Wall Street Boss: Pampering My Unexpected Wife

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1129    |    Released on: Today at 16:46

ainst her skin. The bed was enormous, big enough for four of her. For a moment, she was suspen

weet champagne. Leo Vance's greedy eyes

She was wearing a man's silk dress shirt, the sleeves hanging ridiculously long past her hands. Her

ndow that offered a breathtaking panorama of the Manhattan skyline. This wasn't her w

sed out? The last thing she remembered was a pair of cold, gray eyes. She had lost the one thing she had a

re aw

of the room. It was deep, calm, and utterly co

his hands. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored Brioni suit that probably cost more than her car. Hi

oard, pulling the duvet up to her chin like a shield. "Who are

sharp angles and hard lines, handsome in a way that was almost brutal. But it was h

e'd seen it on the cover of Forbes, of Fortune, o

the Blackwood Group. The un

of the powerful Blackwood family, one of the most

stant relatives. The company's major shareholders and directors were restless, while the Blackwo

the responsibility of leading his entire family. With decisive actions, he eliminated

in industries across dozens of countries around the world. He has a keen eye for

gh the brutal world of business, bec

, Damian Blackwood was som

im who was th

shock. She had stumbled into the lair of one of the mos

later, a quiet knock sounded at the door. A man in an equally sharp suit entered, pushing a clothing rack with sever

ms you requested," the

ice was flat, without a trace of emotion. "

, but it gave her a sliver of privacy, a moment to breathe. She knew she had no choic

a choked sob escaped her. Her face was pale and tear-stained, and a faint red mark bloomed on the side of her neck. The

r situation. She didn't know what awaited her out there. A chec

simple navy blue sheath-and put it on. It felt like ar

ning table where a lavish breakfast had been laid out. Silver cloches

id. It wasn'

couldn't swallow. Her throat was too tight. His unnerving calm made her feel like a sp

, the sound of her name on his lips sending a shiver down her spine. "Columbia University,

had stripped her bare, not just physically, but in

saucer with a soft, definitive click.

pinning her in place, "le

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Wall Street Boss: Pampering My Unexpected Wife
Wall Street Boss: Pampering My Unexpected Wife
“For twenty years, I obeyed my adoptive family, enduring my stepsister's mockery and my parents' cold neglect. But at a lavish hotel party, my stepsister forced a glass of spiked champagne into my hands. As my vision blurred and a strange, creeping heat consumed my body, my adoptive mother looked at me with ice-cold eyes. "We raised you for twenty years. It's time you paid us back." They had sold me to a sweaty, middle-aged businessman to save their failing company. I watched the man approach with a triumphant smirk, his oily hand reaching out to claim me. A wave of sheer nausea and profound betrayal hit me. I couldn't believe the people I called family were treating me like livestock to be traded. Using my last ounce of strength, I shoved him away and fled down the maze-like hallway. Terrified, dizzy, and desperate to hide from my pursuers, I stumbled into a random unlocked suite. I crashed into a tall stranger with sharp gray eyes before the world went completely black. When I woke up, I was in a presidential suite, wearing a man's oversized silk shirt. Sitting across from me was Damian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire CEO and uncrowned king of Wall Street. I thought he would hand me a check to buy my silence or throw me back to my abusers. Instead, he looked at me calmly and offered me a deal. "Marry me, and the Foster family will never dare to touch you again." I looked at the marriage contract, took a deep breath, and chose to survive.”