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The High Price Of Father's Freedom

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 856    |    Released on: 04/02/2026

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n front of her. He held a clipboard and wore an e

grunted, not ev

houted over the rain. "She's i

sneakers, panic. He smirked. "Yeah, honey. You and

abbed his arm. "Sh

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he street, splashing water onto the sidewalk, and screeched to a halt r

e was wearing a white suit th

ntly. The scowl melted into a sycophantic grin. He u

off his jacket-Italian silk, warm-and

iles said, pulling

gies." The bouncer steppe

and being a nuisance was apparently a Ferrari and a last name. Sh

a physical blow. The air was thick w

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h!" Abbey scanned t

DJ booth. Liz was slumped on a leather sofa, her head back. Two men in suits were

r. She shook Liz

a limp finger toward the spiral staircase in t

to a glass-walled balcony overloo

Miles mutter

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ase. These weren't street bouncers. These were

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e grabbed the banister to

card from his wallet. "Just let

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Abbey's desperate face. His ego was

" he hissed. "Arm

it's Miles. Look, I'm downstairs. My girl's frien

ening. Then he

ays o

. Ken. He was dressed in a suit that cost more than Abb

Abbey. He took in the wet hair, the over

Ken said. His voice was devoid of

ll was cooler, filtered. She was walking up towa

waist again, tighter this t

p. The glass doors

e clinking of crystal. The Diamond Lounge was dark, lit only by amber s

here

s leaning back, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of whiskey

he view. He was lookin

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The High Price Of Father's Freedom
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“I was at a high-end law school mixer, hiding behind a pillar and eyeing the shrimp buffet because my bank account was empty and my fridge contained nothing but expired milk. My father's name was a national headline for all the wrong reasons, and my only goal was to survive law school without being recognized. That's when the room went silent for the arrival of Armond Woodward, the billionaire COO of a global media empire. I froze, because seven years ago in Paris, he was Armond Chevalier, the sweet art student I'd shared a life with. Now, he was a cold-eyed predator in a bespoke suit, and he was staring directly at me like I was a missing asset he'd finally located. I tried to escape, but the walls were closing in. My tuition payment was forty-eight hours late, and my father was facing a new indictment that would keep him in prison for the rest of his life. While a rich classmate named Miles tried to "save" me by parading me around like a trophy, Armond was working in the shadows. He didn't just offer help; he bought my student loans and my father's legal liens, effectively making himself my sole creditor. The realization hit me like a physical blow when Armond cornered me in his private elevator. He knew about my broken apartment lock, my ramen-noodle dinners, and every cent I owed. He hadn't just found me by accident; he had been watching me drown for years, waiting for the exact moment I became desperate enough to be useful. "I've been waiting for you to hit bottom, Rose," he whispered, using the private name from our past as he trapped me in the back of his black SUV. With the threat of a two-million-dollar restitution fee hanging over my father's head and the prosecutors closing in, Armond laid out his final terms. He didn't want an apology or a second chance at love; he needed a wife to secure his family trust and defeat a hostile takeover, and I was the only person with enough debt to be completely controlled. "Marry me, Abbey. A three-year contract, and I make all of this go away." I looked at the man who had destroyed my life just to own it and realized that to save my family, I had to walk straight into the golden cage he had built for me.”