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Bought By The Cold Billionaire Husband

Chapter 7

Word Count: 822 | Released on: 22/04/2026

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a shaved head and a permanent scowl. He sat across from Davina

n the new TikTok al

lied, her hands folded in her lap. "Brands need

zzword," Gavin scoffe

Davina shot back. "You can'

grin. "You start now. Probationary period is three mont

anything," Dav

arning the company's software, and meeting her new colleague

. She didn't recognize the numb

oice was like a bu

eet, pressing a hand to her ear to bl

eps," he said. "The natural con

kipped a beat. "

flatly. "In vitro fertilization.

"That's a huge medical procedure. You c

gument. "I have no desire to sleep with you again.

she should be relieved. No more forced

id, her voice

Dr. Helen Shaw at the Upper East Side

tered. "Let me guess, you had

id dismissively. "The consultati

ide flaring up. "I'll pay f

on the line. "Why

anything," she said. "Not a sin

. "Suit yourself. Just don't let your

hun

less than a thousand dollars in her bank account. IVF consultations co

nt. Then she went back to work, burying herself i

lipping through a folder. His assistant had just deliv

ions. A gas station. A grocery

ng the line. New York Presb

pital. She hadn't bought clothes or jewel

d. Maybe she was telling the truth. Maybe she

classic con artist move. Establish a sympathetic backstory to

s expression hardening.

office building, Derik B

was a candid shot of Elana Maddox, taken at a charity even

en her, a scared sixteen-year-old girl at a foster care fundraiser. He had been a young ma

Protected her from the shadows. And now,

t a full update on Daisy Maddox's condition. And f

cross his face. He wasn't doing this

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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.”