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Bought By The Coldhearted Media Mogul

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 950 | Released on: 13/01/2026

as a crue

o the rug, but her upper body didn't find the carp

d across Adrian

late wool of his trousers. The scent of him-sandalwood, expensive scotch, and somethi

suspended. She looked up,

went rigid, as if he had been

e reacti

ceral, almost violent rejection. His hands clamped onto

t o

ds were

lcohol-soaked rug. Humiliation burned her cheeks hotter than a fever. S

ic, repetitive motion, as if trying to wipe away invisible filth. His f

rms. "The Wise family women are just as cheap

d at Carter, hoping for... som

Adrian, and his eyes were wide. Not with fear

nthia. "Call the police. I want them all charged

ward from the shadows-Miles, his execu

of Miles's trousers. "Please! Mr. Clemons! Don't c

hat could strip paint. "You? You look like

l do anything! Look at her! She's obedi

. The air left her lungs. "Carter, sto

erate grin back to Adrian. "She's never been in trouble. No re

an p

n reaching for his own

oor, then shifted his gaze to the woma

mess, her coat was cheap polyester, and she

, there was a spark of absolute indignation. She was bit

entless. The trust fund vote is next week, Adrian. The board is nervous. They want stabil

mistake his father had made wi

He needed a prop. A mannequin. Someone who had no power, no connections, and no

at Cinth

criminal. They were drowning in deb

as pe

is hand. "Miles.

, phone in

es crunching on the shards. He stopped in front of Cinthia. H

His voice was devoid of emotion

ck hurt from the angle. "

ead slightly toward

falling open. "What? Adria

s. Quinton to her car. And ensure she understands that if a word of this lea

skirt and fled, Miles following h

now, save for Carter

d his hands again, though he hadn't touched anything, and th

ter. "You want t

head bobbed like a toy.

d a long fing

her

heart stop

y were cold, empty tunnels. "You give her to me for one

ven hesitate. "

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“My bank account was four hundred dollars in the red when my brother called me screaming from the most exclusive club in Manhattan. He said he was going to be killed or arrested, and I was the only one who could save him from the mess he'd made. When I arrived at The Onyx, I found my brother on his knees, accused of assaulting a high-profile socialite. But instead of begging for my help, he pointed a shaking finger at me and screamed, "It was her! My sister set the whole thing up because she wanted money!" The man watching the chaos from the shadows was Adrian Clemons-the billionaire CEO of the company where I worked as a lowly assistant. He didn't look at me with pity; he looked at me with a profound, exhausted disgust, as if I were a stain on his expensive rug. To save his own skin, my brother didn't just lie; he offered me up like a piece of tradeable property. "She'll do anything," he pleaded with the billionaire. "She's clean, she's obedient. Just don't send me to jail!" Adrian didn't call the police. Instead, he made a cold, terrifying business proposal: "Lend her to me for one year. I wipe your debt, and the cops stay away." My brother didn't even blink before he snapped, "Done. Take her." I was whisked away to City Hall in a silent Rolls Royce, signing a marriage license before I could even process the betrayal. I wasn't a bride; I was a "human asset" bought to help a cold-blooded monster secure his inheritance. The moment my hand accidentally brushed his during the signing, he recoiled as if I were contagious, his face turning a ghostly, panicked white. He made it clear that I was nothing more than a prop, a girl from the slums meant to spite his elitist mother. As the heavy iron gates of the Clemons estate slammed shut behind me that night, I realized I hadn't just saved my brother. I had entered a golden cage owned by a man who hated my touch, but owned my life for the next three hundred and sixty-five days.”