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Bought by the Billionaire: The Debt's Price

Bought by the Billionaire: The Debt's Price

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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1141    |    Released on: 15/01/2026

white. The train screeched as it hurtled through the dark tunnel, the lights flickering overhead. It wa

's face like a physical blow. She didn't move. She lay perfectly still on the charcoal silk sheets, t

ke moving through water. The screen lit up, blinding her for a secon

Vanderbilt Socialite

e air left her lungs. She stared at the pixelated photo of Braxton Kensi

xton walked out, a towel low on his hips, water droplets clinging to the hard lines of his chest. H

her waist. She forced her hand to stop shaki

" Her voice wa

is expression didn't change. It was the same look he ga

s, Elodie. The

e towel. He pulled on a pair of boxer br

ng a fraction more strength. "The Non-Disclosure and Companionship Agreement. Section 4, Paragraph 2. It states that upon a material change to the Prima

It was enough to pay off the final tier of her father's debts. It was enough to k

began buttoning it from the bottom up.

at it says

lked over to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out a thick document. He tossed it onto t

en them grew thin. "The clause specifies legal marriage. Not an engagem

er knees hitting the edge of the mattress. "That's... that's semantics. An

He towered over her, his shadow swallowing her whole. He reached out and gripped her chin, his fingers firm, forcing h

she whispered, her hands balling int

because your father couldn't manage a ledger. You're here because you needed a savior. Five million?" He let out a short, humorless laugh. He

cufflinks. He slid them into place, checking his r

Elodie said. "The public

rror. "You will do it until the deb

card. He didn't hand it to her. He flicked his wrist, and the ca

. "Something that doesn't make you look like a

being screamed to kick it away. To scream. To throw something. But the image of her mother, hook

He paused, his hand on the

nds, Elodie. The

he sound vibrated through the floo

e stared at the black card. She reached out, her fingers trembl

urning the handle until the water was scalding. She scrubbed her skin until it

le. It was a lifeline, however hateful. She tucked it deep into the pocket of her old coat, the on

the crowd of commuters, just another face in New York. But s

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Bought by the Billionaire: The Debt's Price
Bought by the Billionaire: The Debt's Price
“I was the "fallen princess" of New York, living in a charcoal silk cage while paying off my father's millions in debt with my own body. My owner was Braxton Kensington, a man who looked at me with the same cold interest he gave a fluctuating stock graph. One morning, a New York Times alert shattered the silence: Braxton was getting engaged to a billionaire socialite in the merger of the decade. When I demanded my freedom and the five-million-dollar severance promised in our contract, he just smirked and pointed to the fine print. "In a court of law, an engagement is just an intention," he whispered, gripping my chin until it bruised. "Until I sign that marriage license, you belong to me." He flicked a black AmEx at my feet like I was a tragic charity case, ordering me to buy a dress for his engagement gala. To save my dying mother from eviction, I took a secret translation job, only to realize my client was his new fiancée, Caroline. She dragged me to Braxton's office to humiliate me, and after he hid me in a secret room to avoid a scandal, he branded me a "security risk" and froze every cent I had. I stood in a CVS with my last sixty dollars, swallowing a Plan B pill dry while watching a news report about Braxton demolishing my family's last legacy. He didn't just want my body; he wanted to erase my entire existence and leave me with nothing. The cruelty was breathtaking, but Braxton forgot that a woman with nothing left to lose is the most dangerous player in the game. I reached out to the only man he truly feared-his billionaire half-brother and the boy whose heart I broke years ago, Ansel Neal. "Coffee isn't enough," Ansel replied to my message in seconds. "Dinner. Our old spot. 8 PM." As I walked into the club to meet Braxton's greatest rival, I knew the game wasn't over. I was just changing the rules.”