Betrayed By Fiancé, Claimed By His Uncle

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 709 | Released on: 14/04/2026

doors slid open direc

ied her out of the elevator and into t

kyline of Manhattan, but the beauty was dead to Cla

dropped her onto the center of a massiv

sinking into the dark silk sheets. S

pinned her down, his hands planted on either side of her head.

an'," Aurthur said, his voice a deadly w

m his pocket. He tapped

hest rising and falling in

voicemail. Jaren was sti

inst Clare's lips. The cold s

me," Aurthur ordered. "

. This was him forcing her to burn her own

shook her head, tears spilling

er jaw. He squeezed, not enough to bruise, but

"I can call him myself. I c

nball. Bile rose in her throat. She cou

The drug was making h

ne. Her voice shook, but the words

anger at Jaren pierced through her fear

nd someone bet

rovocation. A self-

and ended the call. He tossed the device acros

. The satisfaction in his

ead, his lips brushing against her te

him-it all crashed down on her at once. Clare stopped pus

d off automatically. The city

heat, pain, and surrender. The boundaries

d through the glass windows, hit

unding headache. Her

the unfamiliar

er. The harsh lines of his face were smoothed ou

into her brain li

The forced voicemai

fell away, exposing the dark bruise

ped. She clamped a hand ov

uncle. She had slept with

through her chest. Her life was completely destroyed

d to g

most collapsed onto the hardwood floor. She held her breath, mov

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“Clare Lynch thought she was celebrating her fairy-tale engagement. She happily drank the pink cocktail her best friend, Brianna, handed her. But the drink was laced with a powerful, burning drug. As Clare's legs gave out, she overheard Brianna whispering outside the door. Her best friend had hired two thugs to assault her on camera and completely ruin her life. Terrified and gasping for air, Clare hid in the VIP room and called her fiancé, Jaren, for help. "I feel sick. Something is wrong. Please come get me." But Jaren just sighed impatiently, busy comforting his mistress in the background. "Stop throwing tantrums for attention. Grow up." Jaren hung up the phone. When Clare finally escaped and begged her grandmother to cancel the wedding, the matriarch coldly refused. She told Clare that marriage was just a business transaction, and she had to endure Jaren's cheating because their family needed the Bolton's money. Betrayed by her best friend, abandoned by her fiancé, and sold out by her own blood. Clare's world completely collapsed. She was nothing but a bargaining chip, thrown to the monsters by the people she loved most. The sheer injustice of it burned her soul to ash. With her last ounce of strength, Clare made a desperate choice. She called Aurthur Bolton-Jaren's ruthless, terrifying uncle. When the most dangerous man in New York kicked down the door to save her, Clare made a silent vow. She was done playing the perfect victim. She would let the devil claim her, as long as he helped her burn her abusers to the ground.”