Branded By The Devil's Cruel Kiss

Chapter 2

Word Count: 778 | Released on: 12/05/2026

reath, filling her lungs with the damp, freezing air. She

doors sw

ier in the grand foyer poured out, stabbing into he

g blasted freezing air down on her. Her soaked clothes clun

sk of pure disdain. He didn't offer a greeting. He didn't offer a towel. He si

y the door. She stepped onto the thick, hand-woven Per

uelching sound with every step. She walked down t

the heavy, black doubl

s rapped twice against the solid

t i

oor. It was low, raspy, and comp

ob and pushed the door open. She step

key and rich cigar smoke. Ebert stood with his

The sheer physical dominance of his presence hit Elie like

liquid in his right hand. His deep, dark eyes locked onto her.

her soaked, cheap grey sweater and her dripping jeans.

l glass down onto the

the silence. Elie's shou

e picked up a sleek, black desi

right at Elie's feet

et. It was an evening gown. It had barely any fabric

d. His tone was laced with

ce of red silk made the blood drain entirely from her face. Her

d up. Her voice sh

e?" she asked, making one last,

rides. His expensive leather shoes made no sound on the

lamped down hard, his fingers digging into her skin,

s," Ebert ground out through clenc

ornly refused to let them fall. She jerked her

ed a dark, violent s

he collar of her wet, grey sweater.

collar of her sweater ripped open, exposing her pa

lie let out a sharp gasp. She instinctively crosse

Her back hit the hard oak door of th

ng form. A twisted sense of satisfaction, mixed w

dress on," Ebert stated coldly. "O

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Branded By The Devil's Cruel Kiss

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“Elie Joyce's entire life was controlled by Ebert Ewing, a ruthless billionaire who held her sick grandmother's survival and her family's freedom in his hands. But on a freezing, stormy night, he forced her into a scandalous scrap of red silk and handed her over to a notorious, disgusting predator. "You aren't an escort. You're just a free gift." Ebert mocked her, using her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a corporate funding round. When the predator humiliated her, forced high-proof vodka down her throat, and violently pinned her to the floor, Ebert simply watched with dead eyes. And when Ebert finally intervened to brutally beat the man, it wasn't out of mercy. "She is my property. Even if she is trash that I threw away, a filthy pig like you doesn't get to touch her." Afterward, he dragged her battered, barefoot body into his car, only to kick her out into the torrential rain, leaving her on the dark streets to die. Standing in the storm, shivering and bleeding from broken glass, the last shred of Elie's hope shattered. She had sacrificed her dignity and soul, enduring his violent bites and cruel control, just to keep her family alive. Why did she have to suffer this endless, twisted humiliation for a psychopath who only saw her as trash? But she didn't break. Tearing a strip of his expensive shirt to bandage her bleeding foot, Elie gripped her broken stiletto like a knife. With her eyes turning cold and calculating, she limped out of the shadows. She was going to survive, and Ebert Ewing would soon realize she was no longer his obedient prey.”