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Bound To The Devil From My Past

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 688    |    Released on: Today at 14:39

in the heavy silence of the office. The air felt

tion, his voice hoarse.

fingers casually adjusting his cufflinks. The gesture was arrog

framed photo. It was Ashlie, smiling brightly

seemed to settle as he stared at the image. Warren couldn't decipher the look-it wasn't just coldness, but it wasn't

, his voice low, "doesn't dep

wned. "Her

d you think I bought half your com

t are your plans for Ashlie? If this is a

laugh. "Mr. Bradford, you give me too little

arren even more. If n

ing closer to the desk. "To provide a stable family e

ollars to find a nanny for his nephew? He must think I'm an absolute fool. This is a smokescreen, a ridiculous story to hide his real intentions. T

's clean, intelligent, and the Bradford upbringing wasn't entirel

sly. "As for how I treat her... that w

dread tighten in his s

ether she can play the role of a competent aunt. Whether she can... please me. If she per

she fails... Mr. Bradford, you know as well as I do th

l-being to the survival of the entire family. She

ny, but he had placed his daughter in a gil

g away from the despair on Warren

stopped. He glanced b

l. "Ashlie will be moving into the Long Islan

nse, he walked out, the doo

ad aged a decade in the last hour. He had sold his

vering over the keypad. He wanted to cal

and he slowly placed

e. He was the one who had pus

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“To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years. But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms. "Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now." He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school. He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge. He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy. He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me. I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present. Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty? Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase. If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.”