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Buying The Exiled Heir: He Is Mine

Author: Eydie Pfefferle

Chapter 1

Word Count: 767 | Released on: 18/04/2026

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the edge of the mattress, her to

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single white towel slu

, sliding down the hard, defined

onto hers instantly,

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ed to Aly

own onto the glass table, the lou

through her Birkin bag

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Chapter End

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“Alyssa Gregory slept with Benton Steele, a recently disgraced and bankrupt heir, just to humiliate him. She threw a massive check at his bare chest, treating the former prince of Wall Street like a cheap escort. But Benton didn't take the charity. Instead, he manipulated her anger, tricking her into signing an ironclad contract that surrendered absolute control of her entire trust fund to him. When her abusive mother found out she had funded a penniless outcast, she slapped Alyssa across the face. Her mother froze all her bank accounts, locked her inside her bedroom, and arranged to sell her off to a degenerate politician. Desperate to escape, Alyssa climbed down her balcony, falling fifteen feet and shattering her ankle on the stones below. Stripped of her money and freedom, she dragged her broken body to a VIP club just to publicly declare that Benton belonged to her. She thought she was the boss, playing a rebellious game with a broken man. But when Benton effortlessly carried her away from the club and locked her inside his rundown apartment, the terrifying calculation in his dark eyes shattered her illusion. How could a man stripped of his entire empire still radiate such suffocating, violent power? "You bought me," Benton whispered, his massive frame trapping her against the sofa. "That means I have to take care of you." Physically trapped and completely broke, Alyssa stared into his consuming eyes, her mind racing to find a way to turn the tables.”