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The CEO's Asset: Sold To My Enemy

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 788 | Released on: 07/02/2026

e floor-to-ceiling windows, hitting Daniella'

ped and

ed in time with her heartbeat. She looked ar

other side of the bed

ashed into her. The heat. The s

er dress was on the floor, the zipper torn. It was unwearable. She grabbed a white robe

coffee table. Her phone was

s. Five missed call

the last vo

u? I have a video of you last night. You look like

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reply. Her f

with Crockett Blackburn last night. Let's see who th

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tt Blac

came from

ound, nearly dro

oom. He was wearing a navy suit that fit him lik

aid. His eyebrow

the blood drai

d a name he would be afraid of. A g

to her, the heavy wool of the carpet

l, silver

em both, confuse

sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving her face. "High def

ver stick in her hand. It

have this?"

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ercing grey. He was terrifyingly handsome, in a way that

e asked. "Money? I don

e. She pulled the robe tighter, c

need compliance. Keep the drive. Consider it a leash. I know wh

ears prick her eyes, but she refused to let th

, her voice stiff. "I

ure yo

er purse. She walked to the door,

e door clicked shut behind her. "Get me the

he numbers drop, feeling like she was descendi

lobby, she kept her head down. She w

at the curb. Xander jumped out. He

He lunged

up the silver USB drive. I

er voice shaking but loud. "

e drive. He knew exactly what it wa

me in two years,

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“I spent two years trying to please Xander Yates, thinking he was the man who would help me save my family's struggling manufacturing business. As a former senior legal counsel, I thought I knew how to handle sharks, but I never expected the man I loved to be the one who would try to skin me alive. Everything shattered at a high-end gala when I felt a chemical fire start in my marrow. Xander had spiked my drink, chasing me through the hotel corridors with a predatory smile, ready to take by force what I wouldn't give him willingly. I barely escaped into an elevator, stealing a key card from a man in a sharp grey suit and collapsing in room 8086. That stranger turned out to be Crockett Blackburn, the "Ice King of Wall Street" and a man my family had spent years avoiding. He didn't save me out of the goodness of his heart; he saved me because he saw a "messy variable" he could turn into a weapon. By morning, Xander was blackmailing me with a video of me drugged, and Crockett was offering me a deal that felt like a deal with the devil. He would save my factory, but only if I gave him 51% controlling interest and became his personal legal counsel. The humiliation was total. Xander called me a junkie and a slut, while Crockett looked at the bruises on my neck with the cold, clinical assessment of a man checking a damaged piece of equipment. When a secret bid was leaked, Crockett didn't hesitate to pin the blame on me, accusing me of working with my ex to drive up the price. I was a pawn in a game between two monsters, one who wanted to destroy my body and another who wanted to own my soul and my family's legacy. I had lost my apartment, my reputation, and my safety in less than twenty-four hours. "I don't like it when people break my things," Crockett told me as he applied ointment to the marks Xander left on my throat. I realized then that if I wanted to survive, I had to stop being the victim and start being the predator. I signed the contract, moved into Blackburn's penthouse, and prepared for a scorched-earth war against the Yates family. I don't care if Crockett Blackburn is using me as a leash-as long as he lets me be the one to bite.”