The Disgraced Heiress's Deal With The Devil

Chapter 5

Word Count: 792 | Released on: 18/05/2026

expensive thud. The soundproof partition silently gl

plush leather seat. The silence in the car was suffocati

his chiseled, marble-like features. He took a slow drag,

y me?" he asked, his dar

" Francisca stammered, her hands gripping h

? Your father's bankrupt shell companies? Or the pathetic public defender your fat

tely cold. The blood

that?" she whis

d to her hands. "You're holding that bag like

htened defensively.

and I will throw you back to

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eels, pitched forward. She let out a gasp as s

away and sanitize his skin. But the second her soft, trembling body pressed against him, a wave of p

away, his large hand shot out, wrapping around her waist to an

her, he felt the hard

violently yanked the ba

grabbed her wrist, his grip bruising

she cried, struggling wil

th his free hand, he effortlessly ripped the bag fro

the passing streetligh

wly shifted his gaze to her. The cold indifference in

his voice calm, almost conversational. "Were

ncisca hissed, her chest h

"You are much more resourceful than my security dossier suggested. But utterl

onto the opposite se

lunged for it, desperate t

effortlessly hauling her back. In the frantic struggle, the stile

d violently with

. A white-hot, blinding pain shot up her leg, stealing her

nd shivering in his arms. Without a word of comfort, his large ha

eady swelling rapidly, tur

leg back, but his grip was unyielding. The contrast of his large, calloused hand

r and hit the

s voice a freezing command. "Have Dr.

, sheer panic setting in. "No... please, let

r, his thumb slowly wipi

s voice dripping with dark, absolute possession. "You ar

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The Disgraced Heiress's Deal With The Devil

Juline Walden Modern

“I was working a catering gig under a fake name at the Pierre Hotel, desperately trying to stay invisible after my father's high-profile financial fraud ruined our lives. Everything shattered when Silas Thorne handed me a glass of drugged champagne and cornered me in a locked restroom, his slurred voice demanding I "thank him properly" as he kicked in the door. To escape a fate worse than death, I lunged across a hundred-meter drop onto the balcony of the city's most feared billionaire, Everet Adams. But the nightmare didn't end there. When I finally crawled back to my family's cramped apartment, my father wasn't relieved to see me alive; he was furious I had "ruined the deal." He held my mother's last gold locket over a flame, threatening to melt it unless I returned to Silas to finish what he started. My stepmother stood by, screaming that my body was the only currency we had left to pay the rent. I stared at the man who raised me, realizing he had orchestrated my assault just to secure bail money for my brother. To my own flesh and blood, I wasn't a daughter-I was a commodity, a piece of meat to be traded to the highest bidder. When Everet Adams tracked me down and offered me a way out, it came with a two-hundred-page marriage contract and a cold demand for an heir. I looked at the live feed of my brother being cornered in a prison yard and picked up the pen. "I'll sign," I told him, stepping out of my father's shadow and into a gilded cage. As the elevator doors opened to a wall of paparazzi cameras, I leaned into Everet's cold embrace. The world saw a fairy tale, but I knew the truth-I had just sold my soul to the only monster capable of protecting me from my own blood.”