Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Brother

Chapter 8

Word Count: 691 | Released on: 13/10/2026

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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.”