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Wall Street Boss: Pampering My Unexpected Wife

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1338    |    Released on: Today at 16:46

time. "How do I know I can trust you?" she asked, her voice ste

was negotiating. "We'd need a contract. A prenupti

f course," he said. "My legal team will draft an agreement that is ironclad an

e that, Clara, you need to understand something. In my world, my word is my bond. And I

in both character and academics. During her college years, she participated in the USACO national finals. She led her team to victory after

he wants to find Damian a potential spouse and has even arranged meetings between t

s top priority. He's really starting to

l's innocence. He truly deserve

bravado. Her fear wasn't about money; it was about surviv

y at the walls she had built around herself. Was this a deal w

ain, his voice a low, firm promise

settled some

tured Leo Vance's leering face, the cold dismissal in her adoptive parents' eyes. Any future, even a strange and terrify

pted. If this plan failed, the Fosters might come up with so

they call the police, no

rate in the Bay Area, dealing with her as a

ve the means to compete

shade under. If Damian Blackwood is her backer, no o

t.

she tr

. For her, Damian was nothing more than a stranger. She didn't want to

he could finish her degree. She could build a future. She wouldn't have to spend every waking moment

g on the integrity of a man she had just met

he only bet

hat if we draw up a prenuptial agreement first? If you

kness of the night. "Clara, who thinks about divorce before even getting

couldn't believe that such immense wealth could actually fall into he

erent, though his tone remained calm. "Didn't I say already? I hope you can help

get divorced, please let me know i

yes sharp and intense. "Do

r. Her long eyelashes cast shadows of sadness over

not. She's simply afraid of being abando

his little girl really l

ost important thing is to live well in the present. Marriage doesn't necessarily require love,

ng like brilliant stars. His look was so intense that it could melt

he didn't seem to be lying. She clenched her fist

powerful man in New York, what could Damian Bla

trange sense of relief washed over her.

s if closing a deal. Then, he immediately picked up his phone. The

ar ready in fifteen minutes. We're going to

ing the logistics of their new life.

nt..." she started

ff smoothly. "They can walk you through the key terms via video call. But the foundation i

ent. He ended the call and look

mind still reeling. It w

ian said, standing up. The deal was done; it wa

My grandfather... he will want t

foreign and surreal. In the space of a single m

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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.”