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Bought By The Coldhearted Media Mogul

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 818 | Released on: 13/01/2026

Adrian said t

around. "City Hall? Why a

ue light of the screen illumina

said, as casually as if

nse for

e turned his head slowly, hi

e," he said. "We'r

ough the Manhattan traffic

?" she choked out. "Mr. Clemons, this i

back to his tablet. "I need a signature on a piec

er seat, turned around and slid a t

but firm. "This is a temporary Non-Disclosu

Her hands were shaking so

eavy with promise, "the deal with your brother is void. And I will sue you f

It wasn't the grand steps where happy couples took ph

o," Adri

to keep up with his long strides

waiting at a small counter in a private office. He

clerk stammered. "E

ll talk. He just tappe

marriage license

was in a fever dream. The smell of o

ed, looking at Cinthia. He saw the te

opened h

st looked at her. It was the same look a wolf gives a rabbit b

e in her throat. "Yes," s

heavy, like a lead weight. Sh

hers for a millisecond, and she felt him flinch. He s

tamped it.

't wait for the certificate.

d and wa

led out, running af

. Adrian stopped with his

o back to work. Or whatever it is you do. Don't think bein

nked. "Go b

s will dro

lls Royce. "I have a meeting.

the heavy door slammed shut. The Rolls

nding on the sid

ncoln sedan that had pulled up behind the Rolls

He didn't know. He genuinely didn't know she worked in hi

id softly. "I

into t

es asked from t

wer," Cinthia sai

view mirror. His eyebrows shot

tive Assistan

t. He didn't smile, but his eyes

Adrian. He was a good assistant. H

d. It was bare. No ring. Just a fai

. To a stranger

o back to his office

Chapter End

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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.”