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Bound By Revenge: His Unwilling Wife

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 827    |    Released on: 04/02/2026

d, and freezing. Cassidy sat in a chair that cost more than her father'

t looked at he

ments, typed on his laptop, and took a call in fluent Mandarin, acting as if th

nother text from her father's lawyer. Payme

ut of time. Vargo was still hunting her, and

. The sound was like a g

them across the polished surface. They stopp

commanded, n

her fingers numb. S

mpany file. It

from Vargo. The outstanding balance on her credit cards. H

is going to prison for twenty years for a Ponzi scheme he was too stupid to o

od drain from her fa

und the desk, leaning against the edge, towering over her.

her pride the only thing keeping her upright. "Becau

r money, Cassidy.

in-Mercer, the Osborn family lawyer. He place

Service A

the bold letters

wife to stabilize the board before the shareholder meeting. My brother, Elmore, is trying to prove I'm unstable. A wife-a wife with a respectable

assidy laughed, a hysterical,

ley said coldly. "No emotions.

ensure he gets a minimum security facility. In exchange, you belong to me for

f I sa

ted the blinds open. Down below, news

ther's offshore accounts. The ones the Feds missed.

breath away. He wasn't as

she looked at the news vans. She thou

else?" she asked,

lute loyalty. If you betray me again... if you leak one w

you six years ago

the

ke lead. She signed her name, scratching the nib ag

r away before the ink was

e car. We're goi

Cassidy bli

at her. It hit her chest and fell to the floor. "Pick it up. Buy some clothes. Mrs. Osborn

et. The humiliation burned her cheeks.

ley said, turning his back to her to

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Bound By Revenge: His Unwilling Wife
Bound By Revenge: His Unwilling Wife
“I was suffocating in a borrowed Valentino gown at the Met Gala, but it wasn't the corset that was killing me. It was the debt collector, Vargo, stalking me through the crowd like a wolf. Desperate to hide, I ducked into a private lounge and threw myself at the silhouette of a man sitting in the shadows, pressing my lips to his in a frantic plea for cover. When I pulled back, the air turned to ice; I was staring into the ocean-blue eyes of Kingsley Osborn, the billionaire who believed I'd sold his company secrets six years ago. Kingsley didn't save me; he trapped me. The next morning, he slid a "Marriage Service Agreement" across his desk, revealing he knew everything about my father's illegal Ponzi scheme and the quarter-million dollars I owed to loan sharks. He offered to pay my debts and protect my father, but only if I signed over two years of my life to be his trophy wife. "I don't want your money, Cassidy. I want your life." The marriage was a cold, calculated war. He forced me into his glass fortress, banned me from contacting my friends, and treated me with a distilled hatred that felt like a physical weight. When I accidentally broke his grandfather's vintage watch during a nightmare, he didn't see an accident-he saw a crime, threatening to destroy my father if I didn't "charm" his board of directors into submission. I was a prisoner in a three-piece suit, until I found a mislabeled file buried in his company's server. It contained evidence of a massive, illegal hostile takeover that would ruin Kingsley if the Feds ever saw it. I held the gun that could destroy the man who had cornered me. But as I looked at the champagne roses he'd secretly kept from my "peace offering," I realized I didn't want to pull the trigger. I wanted to see how far he'd go to keep me from leaving.”