The Oracle's Revenge: My Purchased Marriage

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 683 | Released on: 30/01/2026

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e corner. She pulled on her faded jeans and a grey

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eter cameras near the rose garden. She headed for the old, dilapidated b

ican case. She opened it, revealing a satellite mode

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ists watching. He marched up to her, backing he

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rinciples of Macroeconomics

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was replaced by a smug satisfaction. She w

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away, Heda looked

g a boutique with a shopping bag i

ark-like smile. He lifted his

ce. He had seen her. He had seen her

the tears," he said coldly. "

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“I'm the girl from the trailer park who married the coldest billionaire on Wall Street. To the world, I'm a lucky gold-digger. To Gustavus English, I'm just a $2 million "service fee" and a human shield to keep his board of directors from tearing him apart. The morning after he treated our intimacy like a cold business transaction, he threw a check at my face and called me a mistake. He didn't know that behind my "frightened doe" act, I was a finance genius at Columbia secretly shorting his company's stock to destroy him from the inside. The humiliation was relentless. He forced me into expensive suits that made me look like a pathetic doll and paraded me in front of paparazzi to boost his stock price. Then his brother, Caspian, arrived-the man who laughed while bulldozing the orphanage of my childhood. Caspian recognized me, whispering threats of exposure while his eyes stripped me bare. "Don't method act with me, hillbilly. You aren't my wife," Gustavus hissed, pinning me against a marble wall. I felt the burning injustice of being a bought asset, trapped between a husband who despised me and a brother-in-law who wanted to break me. I was a victim playing a dangerous game, waiting for the right moment to strike. But at a high-stakes family dinner, the power struggle turned lethal. To stop his family from seizing his billions, Gustavus dropped a bomb that shattered my plans. "We are already working on an heir," he announced, activating a legal clause that froze the entire family trust. He dragged me into the shadows, his voice a dark command. "Now you have no choice. You get pregnant, or we lose everything. Don't make me regret this." He wanted a legacy to save his empire, but I was about to give him the most expensive mistake of his life.”