Wall Street Boss: Pampering My Unexpected Wife

Chapter 7

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on her tongue. It had to be believable. It had to

cited tone into her voice. "A really big one. At the

a legend in their department, a Nobel nominee

t wide. "No way," Maya brea

er nerve. "It was a last-minute opening. They need me to start immediately,

t worked. Their suspicion melted away,

loe asked, her curiosity getting the be

's the driver the institute sent to pi

ith congratulations and promises to visit. The guilt was a physical weight in Clara'

ettled," she promised, another

oom and down the hallway

t like crossing a threshold into another dimension. The doo

t he saw the redness in her eyes. He saw the determined set of he

s phone buzzed. He answered it, his voic

ndfa

hear the faint, booming voice of an older man on

Where is she? Is she with you? You haven't scared her

re beside me," Damian said, and fo

delight. "Bring her home! Right now! I'll hav

ian's lips. "We're going to City Hall first," h

t was a tiny crack in his icy facade, and it transformed his face, making hi

rk blur past the window. She thought of the few thousand dollars she had in her savings account, painstakingly

year deal. Her future was still her own, defined

mfort, she wondered if she could truly keep herself separate. Could she wal

urb in front of the grand, columned

turned to her. He extend

his voice low. "You'll have t

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Irene Romance

“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.”