Bound To The Ruthless Wall Street Tycoon

Chapter 5

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urtain, her hands shaking so badly she cou

in unzip the simple silk dress, muttering angry curses und

epped out of the silk, feeli

ng the heavy, high-neck gown Kane had selected

immediate weight of the beads and thi

iff and unforgiving. As Ms. Price pulled the dress up, the high lace

with the intricate row of dozens of t

tain. She felt like a porcelain doll being stuffed into a s

bodice restricted her ribcage, making it ph

tic look, reaching out to smooth

ding to Ms. Price to signa

e velvet curtain and pulled it b

sofa, scrolling through his

opened. His thumb froze inst

llar tightly wrapping her neck, the long sleeves hiding h

eyes. It was gone in a second, but Cailin saw it. Hi

ng his phone into the inne

y footsteps echoed loudly in t

heart hammered violently against the tig

uld smell his cologne-a sharp, expensive scent of cedar a

ached

topped b

inst the sensitive skin of her neck

t where his fingers made contact through the lace.

ng a piece of lace. His eyes dropped from

is warm breath fanned

rk rumble that vibrated in her chest, "is

g hard at his silk tie. She was completely

y on her waist. His grip was strong, hard, and und

he physical contact. But his visu

Ms. Price, who was hov

s," Kane ordered flatly.

pen flying across her clipboard.

ened even further, his jaw setting into a rigid

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Bound To The Ruthless Wall Street Tycoon

Lionello Chagnot Modern

“My father sold me to Kane Sterling, a ruthless Wall Street billionaire, to save his bankrupt real estate empire. I thought I could just be a quiet, invisible wife, but Kane completely shattered that illusion at my dress fitting. He rejected the simple silk gown I chose, forcing me into a heavy, suffocating, high-neck beaded dress that felt like a literal cage. "This is much more appropriate for a Sterling bride." His absolute control didn't end there. He ordered me to design my own wedding jewelry overnight and demanded I move into his penthouse that very night. When my childhood sweetheart Hudson showed up begging me to run away with him, I had to cruelly break his heart just to protect him from Kane's terrifying wrath. I didn't know Kane was watching us from the shadows, his insane possessiveness triggering a violent, gasping asthma attack in the back of his SUV. I only felt the crushing despair of being nothing more than a liquidated asset, completely at the mercy of a man who looked at me like prey. Why did he insist on suffocating every part of my life when this was supposed to be just a cold corporate acquisition? Dragging my heavy suitcases into his heavily guarded building in the dead of night, I was forced to use my freshly signed marriage certificate just to get past security. As the private elevator doors slid open to his pitch-black penthouse, I stepped right into the monster's lair.”