Bought by the Billionaire: The Debt's Price

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 775 | Released on: 15/01/2026

flashed, and she didn't see herself. She saw her father. Three years ago. The flashing lights of the

e doors hissed open. A wave of bodies pushed her out onto th

buzzed in

e Dive. N

neck. The Dive was exactly what it sounded like-a hole in the wall with s

Blue Ribbons already on the table. She looked up a

a said, sliding a beer tow

her hands around the cold glass. "J

her voice lowering. "The engag

sip of the beer. It tasted like water and aluminu

ket and unlocked it. She turned the screen toward El

Golden Gate Bridge, but the caption read Back to NYC. He was older, his should

r ribs. Her hand jerked, splashing

or is he sold his start-up for nine figures. He's

to look at her, like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. And then the memory of the da

owing cracks, the illegal dealings starting to surface. She didn'

ispered. "He can't know ab

e same circles, El. New

in those circles anymore, Kiana. I'm the

ast day in SF, but look at the location tag on his latest story-The Grind,

r pocket made her jump.

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ctuation. A deman

the bar. CNBC was playing a clip of Braxton leaving his office building,

the text. He was ch

im?" Kia

She quickly t

ed off t

ney. Fast. I need to pay the nursing home without using his al

It's not glamorous. High-end translation agency. They need someone fluent

the flyer. "

odi

I'm not back at the penthouse when he

heavier now. She walked to the subway, clutching the flyer like a lifelin

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Bought by the Billionaire: The Debt's Price

REGINA SIMONDS Modern

“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.”