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Silent Vows: Protected By The Billionaire

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 697    |    Released on: 03/02/2026

ay sky, a monument to artistic passion that wa

re plastered over the glass. She dragged her battered suitcase through the side entrance. The stairwell was silent, the worn wooden ste

by now," a voice drawled from insid

l sofa, sipping her whiskey. He

the suitcase handle. "Get ou

eeded her clothes, her laptop, and the

e was Alaric's opposite-ostentatious where Alaric was restrai

"You're marrying Hunter? Congrat

race said, trying

. Grace tripped, stumbling forward. She braced herself for the

of sandalwood and overly sweet col

oking up into the face of h

his smile slick and practiced. "Y

lery's financial advisor, until she found him in

ch me," Gr

h, leave her alone, Ty. She's stressed about her mer

raightening her spine. "Th

don't be stupid. You know what those docu

ed with seizure notices on her most valuable art books. She opened her suitc

ut behind her. Tyle

," Grace

you need money... I can help. I can make the documents disappear." His eyes r

st pooling in her stomach.

ugly sound. "A husband? Who? So

ved the photo of the certificate in

ter? I know three Hunters. One is in rehab, and

ood there, eyes blazing. "What

ds. "She was trying to bribe me! T

, incredulous laugh.

ed. "Your father is going to kill

e zipped the suitcase and shoved

d open. Richard Kirk stormed in, his face a mask of red fury

"What did you do? My deal with Collins is dea

er suitcase until her knuckle

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“The $50 million lawsuit notice on my phone screen was a violent, pulsing red. My father's corporate espionage had finally caught up to us, and he was ready to throw me to the wolves to save his own skin. To survive, I signed a contract marriage with the predator himself-Alaric Hunter, the very man currently dismantling my family's legacy. But the moment we left City Hall, my father turned into a monster. He called the hospital and canceled the private care for my dying mother, moving her to a miserable state ward just to break my spirit for "disobeying" him. "I will find the money," I hissed, even as my throat threatened to close from the paralyzing stress. "You'll come crawling back when that monster dumps you!" my father roared, leaving me standing in the rain with nothing but a battered suitcase. My ex-boyfriend, the man who actually falsified the documents that framed me, mocked me from his Ferrari, while Alaric's own business rivals planted hidden cameras in our new penthouse to watch our every move. I was a legal shield, a corporate asset, and a target all at once. I didn't understand why Alaric was suddenly paying my mother's medical bills in secret or why he looked at me with such chilling intensity. Was I just a tool for his voting shares, or was he the only person in this city who actually wanted me safe? I looked at the files Alaric left on the marble counter, filled with evidence against everyone who had ever hurt me. I was done being the victim of a hostile takeover; it was time to show them what happens when a Hunter's wife decides to start hunting.”