Branded By The Devil's Cruel Kiss

Chapter 4

Word Count: 793 | Released on: 12/05/2026

ed streets of Manhattan. It turned off the main av

ow-lit portico of the Red Leaf Club. Two rows

nger seat. He opened a massive black u

to the edge of the dry pavement. He turned his head

ightly around her body. Wearing the shoes that were a si

e of the driveway, her ankle rolled sharply. A spik

hot out, wrapping tightly around her narrow waist.

ing flat against his chest to steady herself. She l

e's mind. Three years ago, during a thunderstorm, he had

n Ebert's eyes shatter

his lips brushin

e," he warned, his voice

trying to stand up straight. But the large hand on h

. His mouth crashed down onto th

felt his teeth scrape against her skin, right over her pulse po

t his chest with all her strength, but it was like

and roughly wiped the saliva from her skin. He stared at the dar

, "is so Mortimer knows exactly whose property he's t

over Elie. Her pride, her dignity, everything was

the cuffs of his suit jacket, instantly retu

Take her to the VIP s

alked away, disappearing down

ind whipped around her legs. She watched his back

entrance with a blank fa

in her toes was nothing compared to the numbness in her chest. Sh

ned their heads, their eyes raking over Elie-a woman limping in a man's o

rnails so hard into her palms that the ski

vator. Davin swiped a sleek black card.

as lined with thick, sound-absorbi

eavy mahogany doors with gold handles

His expression was compl

tructed coldly. "Mr. Finch doe

sliding down her cheek. She slowly pushed the heavy bla

iny red silk dress, the violent pur

he heavy mahog

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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.”