Bought By The Cold Billionaire Husband

Chapter 2

Word Count: 791 | Released on: 22/04/2026

nd of the lock turning ma

ables for a stir-fry. The knife paused

tepped

n the dim, cramped living room of her cheap apartment, he looked like a shark swimming in a puddl

n he saw the knife in her h

etting the knife down on the cutting

m his pocket and tossed it onto the entryw

He walked over to the coffee table and threw it down. The pap

. She looked down at the document. It was

irst few lines. H

aniel Montgomery) shall retain sole and exclu

" she said, her voice trembling wi

his eyes were hard. "It's a condition in my grandmother's will. She wants to see th

na snapped, looking up at him. "You can't j

logne-sandalwood and something sharper-filled her nostrils. "That's exactly what

avina shouted, her chest

nity, and you took it. You got your fifty thousand dollar advance. You'll get the rem

avina said, the words spilling out be

st. "I've heard every excuse in the book. The dying relati

a split second, the arrogant mask slipped. His shoulders

gh. "She wants to see the next generation before

is jaw. He was trapped, just like she was. But the mome

er again. "But don't think for a second tha

ice barely above a whisper. She bit her lower

ash said flatly. "And I'm

the chair, slipping it back

d the door with

hands shook as she picked it up. The paper was h

ger as she gripped it too tight. A drop of dark red blood wel

, his hand on the knob.

act," he said coldly.

. The sound echoed through the a

n her hands. The cut on her finger stung, but the pain in

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“I sold myself into a loveless marriage for $500,000 just to afford my little niece's life-saving surgery. But my new husband, Kash, despised me, completely convinced I was a shameless gold-digger after his assets. At 2:00 AM, he called to demand I fulfill my end of our twisted bargain: giving him an heir. He forced me to sign a supplementary agreement surrendering all custody rights before I was even pregnant, treating me like a rented womb he bought at auction. When my niece's condition suddenly worsened and I desperately begged him for a $50,000 advance, he hurled a black credit card directly at my face, leaving a stinging red welt. "Take the money and get out," he sneered, his eyes filled with absolute disgust. He immediately set up real-time transaction alerts to track my every purchase, waiting to catch me on a selfish shopping spree. He thought I was a parasite, completely unaware that every single penny went straight to the pediatric intensive care unit. Even my abusive former guardians cornered me at the fertility clinic, loudly mocking me for selling my body while my niece was dying. I endured the degrading contracts, the cold IVF appointments, and Kash's relentless contempt, suffocating under the weight of his cruel assumptions. Why did he have to strip away my dignity when he already owned my life on paper? But as I clutched the hospital receipt that finally secured my niece's surgery, the fear inside me died. With a new career starting tomorrow and a high-powered lawyer suddenly stepping in to audit my stolen inheritance, I was done playing the helpless victim. I was going to show my arrogant husband exactly what happens when you push a desperate woman too far.”