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Buying The Exiled Heir: He Is Mine

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 823    |    Released on: 18/04/2026

ong Island Expressway, the

ugh the cracked window, tanglin

dashboard lit up with an i

the scree

through the speakers,

ast Side group chat is sayi

rder on the gas, a bitter

. I bought his company

ned, his voice dropping. "He got thrown out of his own

had read every clause three times before signing. The funds were in an escrow account she co

contract locks him in. If he doesn't

n a starving wolf

Alyssa said, her jaw tig

like a stone. She hit the button to end the

tons, the tires rolling smoothly

of the Gregory estate

her license plate, and t

in and tossed the keys to the ni

s, the blinding light of the cryst

shoes, the sharp clack of heels e

marble staircase, wearing a sil

iPad so tightly her

your trust fund go?" Eleonora demanded,

nd hovering over the

d looked up, her heart starti

tment," Alyssa said, k

down the stairs,

she hissed, stopping two steps above Alyssa. "You

hot back, her hands curling into fists at her sides. She didn't mention tha

out a harsh,

g. You're playing a stupid, rebellious game. D

She understood perfectl

ep down, her voice dropp

cident in Yosemite, your b

ve of nause

awl. The memories were fragmented-a steep trail, a sudden drop, the smell of pine and blood-b

trembling with sudden, inexplicable rage. "S

ace contorte

shed against the velvet so

orrow morning and pull that

ling a dime. And even if I wanted to-" She stopped herself. She would

rrowed. "Even if y

said nothing. The silen

knowing smile that made

laughed, the sound like breaking glass. "You handed a wolf the keys

ward the stairs, her heels

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, Alyssa. And I won't be t

ut her hands were shaking

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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.”