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The High Price Of Father's Freedom

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 883    |    Released on: 04/02/2026

e service elevator with professional efficiency. Abbey took a st

ng over. "My car is right out fr

thed the lapel of his jacket. "

," Miles bristled.

his head, looking at Miles like a disappointe

the floor manager needs you to sign for the damages. The glass

oke the glass!"

cited the incident," Ken said smoothly

as presenting. He was trapped by social proto

to argue

s elbow. His fingers were strong, dig

he com

in the wall that slid open to reveal a private elevator

cutting off the music

deafening. Abbey pulled her arm away,

you," she said, back

ing to go? Back to that rat-hole apartment in the East V

hed. "How do you kn

ights a week. I know your father's legal fees are drowning you." He

ared of you

shoul

d to a private garage bay. The black

," Armo

N

ng her against the elevator wall. He placed a

he said softly. "I will d

he ducked under his arm and marched to the car. S

and the partition between them and the driver slid

of the garage and i

m him as possible. Armond loosened his tie. He looked a

" he

t had been hanging betw

ndow. "It was a summer

te on the pillow. You changed your number. You vanished. That's not

ut you weren't Armond Chevalier, the art student.

n because

ce him, anger flaring. "And because I knew

at did

stairs," she spat. "Someone who d

sing against her jaw, forcing her to look at him. His t

years, Rose." Abbey's blood ran cold. "Then why..." "I was waiting," he cut her off, his voice drop

me is

tever I say it is

a hand through his hair. The vulnerability

phie is safe. Tomorrow, we'l

staying w

wed in front of 432 Park, the needle-th

d. "Because I've boug

froze.

the debt this morning." He looked at her, his expression

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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.”