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Bound By The Billionaire's Golden Leash

Bound By The Billionaire's Golden Leash

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Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 1197    |    Released on: 13/03/2026

rapes smelled of d

ngs burning as if she had just sprinted a mile. She hadn't ran, though. You didn't

floorboards. Mozart. It was always Mozart when Alistair Horn wanted to

lent buzz in the silence. Eveline fumbled w

ing for Fulton. Don't embarrass me to

never did. The allowance. The trust fund. The golden leash that had been wrapped around Eveline's

s doorkn

erate sound. Metal g

ckward, her heels sinking into the plush Persian rug, and ducked

d. They didn't hesitat

nd wax was obliterated by a sharper, darker smell. Cedarwood. E

lt

her eyes shut, praying to a God that had abandoned this ho

stal echoed like a gunshot. Ice

ched, thick a

out, E

t vibrated in her bones. He didn't sho

ve. Maybe he

rom here," he added, his tone bo

gripped the velvet fabr

ndows. Fulton Horn stood by the antique liquor cabinet, his back to her. He w

quid in his glass, not

mission to wear b

l, but the threat unde

r legs feeling like they were m

in his glass settle

evoid of humor. He turned slowly, his grey eyes locking

drink, watching her over the

ce shaking. "Us. You. I won't be your mistress whi

mahogany desk. The sound was too

gement," he said, closing t

dge of the heavy desk. There was nowhere left to go. "I won'

the room seemed t

her air, stealing her light. His hand shot out, gripping her

thumb pressing hard against

d with hot tears. "Because I'm just a placeholder un

He didn't deny it. Tha

ulse point. He could feel it fluttering like a trapped bird. His grip was a manacle

," he murmured. "And you be

out. "I'll take my mother

what m

re a bucket

ng debts this quarter alone. The medical bills for her 'migraines' are astrono

He always knew. He held the string

onster," sh

d slid down to her waist, pulling her flu

sed he

manding submission. He tasted of whiskey and dominance. His teeth grazed h

pushing weakly, but her body betrayed her. It melted

e door shatte

ce was muffled but clear. "M

y. Panic flared in her eyes. "Let me

the door. He kept his arm locked around her

said loud enough fo

ir

her I'

He straightened his tie, smoothing the invisible wrinkles on his jacket. In

ic key card onto the desk. It slid across the

use. To

turned and walked out, the heav

red at the

it of her stomach and clawed its way up her throat. She clamped a hand ov

ilet, heaving dryly, her body re

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Bound By The Billionaire's Golden Leash
Bound By The Billionaire's Golden Leash
“For two years, I lived as a ghost in the Horn manor, a world built on blood money where my every breath was monitored. Fulton Horn, my stepfather's nephew and the executor of my life, held the golden leash around my neck, forcing me to play the role of his secret mistress while he paraded a socialite as his fiancée. Everything shattered at a high-society gala when the scent of raw seafood made me vomit at the feet of Fulton's future bride. The ballroom erupted in whispers of a secret pregnancy, but Fulton's reaction wasn't concern-it was cold, predatory calculation. He immediately forced me into a clinical "inspection" to ensure his "merchandise" was sound, then destroyed my only chance at escape by framing my friend in a scandal and blacklisting my credit. He dragged me to his penthouse, ripped my clothes, and told me I was nothing but a "placeholder" for his dead first love, Arlena. I was drowning in his obsession, forced to model his fiancée's engagement gown while he claimed he was the only one who could "protect" me. "You are what I say you are," he whispered, "and you belong where I say you belong." I didn't understand how he could be so cruel, or why he was so determined to keep me in a cage of secrets. But when I looked closer at the photo of the "original" girl he loved, my blood turned to ice. It wasn't a girl named Arlena. It was a picture of me from six years ago, smiling and unbroken. I realized then that Fulton hadn't just found a replacement-he had spent years carefully destroying the girl I used to be so he could keep the broken pieces for himself. Reaching for the hidden keycard, I finally made a choice: I would find a way to kill the ghost he loved before he finished killing the woman I had become.”