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The High Price Of Father's Freedom

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 851    |    Released on: 04/02/2026

tobacco. It was a masculine, oppressive scent that instant

muring about market shares. In the far corner, near the window, Abbey saw Sophie. She was sitting on a stool,

ard Sophie, but Miles clam

ered. "We have to p

nd. Abbey felt like a doll

nd with a practiced, politician's smil

g in the air for three agonizing seconds before he f

e was a low baritone that vibrate

hand. He pulled Abbey closer, his fingers digging into her h

s's hand on her hip. His expression didn't change, but

s sounded like he was tasting somethi

med, oblivious to the razo

a sip of his whiskey, his eyes never

he pulled away from Miles

er. The balding man had hi

voice shaking but lou

yed. "Excuse me? We're

ped. She grabbed Sophie's

nked, her eyes unfo

tanding up. He blocked Abbey's path. "This gi

d, coming up behind Abbey.

terling? The kid? Go run to d

ned his mouth to retort,

, white-hot rage flared in her chest. She grab

d, lifting the bucket, "and I

ghed. "You

AS

s exploded through the room.

one f

glass against the wall. The

ver everyone in the room. He adjusted his cuffs, his f

ed instantly. The balding man took a

n. He didn't shout. He didn't pos

t," Arm

ward, I w

sh with you. If I see you in one of my properties again,

s jacket and scrambled toward the

turned

nstead, he reached out and plucked the ice bucket from h

nly he knew, a private joke from a Parisian sum

me that," Ab

interjected, stepping between

snapped his fingers. Two massive bod

"Take her to Lenox Hill. Private roo

e her," A

o her, invading her personal space. He sme

" Abbey said, though her

shed her ear. The intimacy of th

for tonight?" Armond whispere

hecking his reflection in the wi

choice. It

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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.”