Bound To The Monster Who Ruined Me

Chapter 4

Word Count: 786 | Released on: 12/05/2026

of the Doyle estate. She walked out like

ng rain battered her pale face. She didn't have an umbrella. She didn't car

er. Its massive tires hit a deep puddle, sending

he asphalt. She crashed hard onto the rough street. Th

es skidded on the wet road, stoppi

door open. He popped a black u

up her right leg. Her ankle was swollen to the size of

rear window of the SUV and tapped

glided do

rest. His eyes were closed. His fingers rubbed his tem

r. Take her to a hospital. Don't leave a mess,"

uled Ayleen's shivering body up,

mmed shut. The cab

down. The car was pitch black inside, illuminated only by the brief flashes of streetli

clung to her skin. A violent shiver racked h

sius's jaw ticked. He hated noise. He

AC vents circu

oses mixed with rain drifted

e body we

ct same scent that had pu

s head toward the corner, his gaze t

ive movement. She shrank back, her wet

en, a massive bolt of lightning flashed outside. The blinding

uried her face deep into her arms. Al

d. The scent wrapped around his bra

ed up a dry towel from the cente

el. She hesitated,

ertips brushed ag

them. Cassius yanked his hand back as i

," Ayleen

was a harsh, broken rasp. It sounded absolutely

, but the voice was entirely wrong. He didn't press her further, but a sharp seed of doubt had been plant

his eyes, and simply

ed the door. Ayleen clutched the towel and scrambl

er heart hammering against her ribs.

The scent in the cabin faded quickly. The sharp

" he snapped at Arthur. A sudden, intense wave

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Bound To The Monster Who Ruined Me

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“Ayleen Avery was just a struggling hotel worker trying to survive her shift. But during a sudden blackout, she accidentally stumbled into the pitch-black VIP suite of a ruthless billionaire driven mad by chronic insomnia. Calmed only by her unique natural scent of roses and rain, the terrifying man attacked her from the shadows and forced himself on her. Terrified and broken, Ayleen fled at dawn, unknowingly leaving behind her late mother's antique rose necklace in his bed. Her greedy coworker found the necklace, claimed to be the woman from that night, and was instantly swept into a life of luxury. Meanwhile, Ayleen was blackmailed into a forced marriage with her attacker-Cassius Doyle-to save her adoptive father from prison. Deceived by the stolen necklace, Cassius believed Ayleen was a manipulative spy. He brought the coworker into their home and paraded her around the master bedroom. "In this house, you are lower than the dirt on my shoes." He choked Ayleen, forced her to sleep in a damp storage room, and treated her with violent disgust while pampering the thief. Ayleen was suffocating in absolute despair. She had lost her innocence, her freedom, and her mother's only relic to a vicious liar. She couldn't understand how this all-powerful man could be so completely blind. Why couldn't he recognize the very scent that had cured his agonizing madness? Staring at the dark bruises he had just left on her neck, Ayleen wiped the blood from her lip. She would endure this three-month marriage to secure her family's safety, but once the contract ended, she would expose the truth and tear down the fake savior he cherished so much.”