Silent Vows: Protected By The Billionaire

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 622 | Released on: 03/02/2026

ver parked it in the private garag

the lobby. A flickering holographic display cast long, dancing shadows against the polished marble. It looked

d, his voice small. "Pen

heavy suitcase from the trunk as i

he doors opened directly into the apartment. By the time t

pen the massive steel door. I

ental note: Add

oom held a sprawling sectional sofa and a wall that was a single tele

eement, we have separate rooms. B

." He rubbed the back of his neck, a feigned gesture of casualness. "Actually, Grace, I have bad news. The hol

ened. "What? So

ess your professional funds. But I'll hand

both in the same boat. We'll... figure it out." She pointed to the en-suite bat

ed. The showerhead was a rainfall fixture the size of a dinner plate

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wrapped a thick, plush towel a

hey were charcoal grey silk. They were pl

bright red. "It was in a drawer marked 'Guest Attire'. I

ark silk. His left eye

Grace said, tossing it

the kitchen to

ously soft. He looked in the mirror, ran a hand through hi

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with a single t

ooked like takeout ramen on the massive marble island. She looked up,

s served,

ooked at his wife, who was trying so hard to be

you," h

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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.”