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Bound By The Billionaire's Golden Leash

Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 904 | Released on: 13/03/2026

ravel crunching under the tires. Rain had started to fall, fat dr

arted out from the s

. Eveline was thrown forward, th

ance muttered from

f the road, her expensive gown soaked, ba

ndow. "Mrs. Miles, get o

ck door and threw herself inside, bringing

arm. Her nails dug into the flesh. "What did you do i

. Her stomach was still doing

from the seat and dumped the contents

up the phone.

eline's face for the FaceID. It unlocked. Hessie's fingers flew

ie read, her eyes wid

the car w

face twisting from anger to horror,

ant." It wasn

ispered, tears leaking fro

shaking her. "Is it that bar

't say his name. If Hessie knew it was Fulton, she would

matter," Eve

t finds out you have a bastard child, we lose everyth

mirror. His face was impassive, but Evel

e composed herself, smoothing her wet hair.

rm. "There's no need for the hospital. Eveline just had too much c

ched his earpiece. Evel

"But Mr. Horn expects a

rse, of

he main gate and toward the smaller, darke

side Eveline's bedroom,

ing the floor. "Tomorrow. We find

tomach. A strange, fierce protectiveness surged

he said

at Eveline as if she had grown a

aid

. "Fine. Keep it. But yo

ghtstand and tapped furiously. S

n Mont

smiling, blonde-haired man holding a fencing

pion. And he's stupid enough to believe in love at f

can't be

ek," Hessie said, her eyes gleaming with greed. "You marry him. We tell every

again. "Fulton wil

sie snapped. "He's marrying Janiya!

hone buzzed

own. A text

says you refus

fingers hovered over t

came through

8:00 AM sharp. Be late, and I

's furious! You have to go. You have to be perfect. And for God's sake, don't

her knees to her chest. Outside, thu

ther who wanted to sell her a

the dark, stormy night, a d

he would be a Montgomery. Fulton wouldn't be her t

uld be

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“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.”