Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Brother

Chapter 7

Word Count: 662 | Released on: 13/10/2026

ff the Atlantic and rain

and the sea, lit by the headlights of maybe sixty supercars and the bonfires the syndica

rowed trench coat, her hair whipping across h

wanted to be

lcat, idling hard, Demario's br

: a matte-blac

ugh the window with

trous. Illegal rig. His launch off the

d window

hurried. And then, across sixty cars and a wall of headligh

d them

htened on the wire un

white dress raise

a sound like the sky splitting. Tires spu

aunched lik

r, all that nitrous - and Demario was laughing, audible even at a hund

didn't

clock, let the Ferrari's downforce bite, and sli

a hundred and eig

nd left above the surf, with no barrier on the

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level, and cut across to steal the inside line - the killing m

es were two

he hydrauli

voice. The diffuser skimmed the guardrail in a rooster tail of orange sparks. The car rotated - rotated - a

cked. He yan

standing water and

hree times, and slammed rear-first into the water-fi

of the Hairpin, straightened, a

Clayton Montgomery a desk jockey all their l

perfect one-eighty and stopped ten fee

erfly do

he sharp line of his jaw, and he had never once in his lif

gate. He walked straight to her, caught her

and cedar

her head, and his voice was wrecke

neck and turned her face toward t

into her ear, "it

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Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Brother

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“My family went bankrupt, and my younger brother was left clinging to life support in a private hospital. My fiancé, Demario, promised to pay the crippling medical bills if I just attended a high-society gala with him. Instead, he drugged my champagne and threw me into a dark hotel suite to be photographed with a stranger. He wanted to use my ruined reputation to blackmail his ruthless billionaire half-brother, Clayton Montgomery. But Clayton turned the tables. He exposed Demario's disgusting plot in front of the entire East Coast elite. Demario was stripped of his inheritance, but in his vicious retaliation, he immediately cut off my brother's hospital funding. With my brother hours away from having his ventilator shut off, Clayton cornered me. He offered me a cold, transactional deal: sign a strict prenuptial agreement and become his wife, or pick out a cemetery plot for my brother. I had no choice. I sold my soul and married the most terrifying tyrant on Wall Street at three in the morning. I thought my freedom was the only price I had to pay to keep my brother alive. But just as Clayton slipped the heavy platinum ring onto my finger and we walked out of City Hall, his assistant rushed over with a terrified face. "Sir, Christina Vaughn just woke up from her coma." Seeing the dark, unpredictable shift in my new husband's eyes, I realized my nightmare hadn't ended. It had just begun.”