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Bound By Revenge: His Unwilling Wife

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 517    |    Released on: 04/02/2026

pty room. Her suitcase still hadn't been b

pajamas, shivering. She couldn't go downsta

dressing room door

. Rows of suits, shoes, and ties wer

dress shirt hanging in the back. It was

hanging past her hands. It smelled like him-clean, sha

o the bedr

ty, breathing hard from a run.

opped

hirt, the messy hair. For a second, the mask slipped.

a CEO. He looked l

" Cassidy stammered, pu

slow and predatory. He backed her up until he

her head, trapping her. The heat rad

e me, Mrs. Osborn?" he m

"It was force majeure.

brushing her skin. Her breath hitched. He leaned in, his gaze dr

nd coming up to push against his ch

s a bucket

s instantly crystallized into ice.

Don't you dare talk about professionalism whil

atch off his wrist and

off," he

nked, confu

. Take it

ot wearing anyth

th rage. "I don't want you wearing my clothes wh

ick her eyes. The hum

und," she

his back, his sh

fall to the floor, standing there in her underwear, exposed and shi

," she ch

nto the bathroom a

as if a fist had just punched

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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.”