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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 1

Word Count: 1141    |    Released on: Today at 19:05

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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