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Bound By The Billionaire's Golden Leash

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 767 | Released on: 13/03/2026

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e long mahogany table, her hands folded in her lap to hide their shaking. She wore a high-collared silk blouse, the fab

h. He didn't look up from his Wall Street Journal. The s

ssie chirped from across the table.

for Janiya. Only the lady of th

ered. Eveline stare

echoed in

him like armor. Janiya was right behind him, looking fresh and

s breath

iya, then took his seat on Alistair's right. Vance appea

air said, finally lowering the newspaper. Hi

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tgomery," H

that followe

idn't look up, but the air

od stock. If you can offload her to the Montg

executor, Fulton. What do you thi

t her ribs. Say no, she thought. Please, say no. A

linen napkin. He placed it on

yes were unreadable, devoid of any emoti

on said smoothly. "And h

m her face. He was agreeing? He

ing an octave. "The Montgomerys are notoriou

in his chair, c

a viable candidate, we need to

hand

the air, ugly a

amination," Fulton

clattered loudly against her

he could see it in the depths of his gaze. He smelled the secret on he

ton, you make it sound li

igence," Fult

abruptly her chair

voice shaking with rage and humil

," Alista

" Eveline turned

er lack of manners, but she didn't s

open, gasping

e wasn't

V at the bottom of the steps. He o

ne devoid of pity. "The appointm

rough the window, she could see Fult

ge. He had just found a legal

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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.”