The Disgraced Heiress's Deal With The Devil

Chapter 6

Word Count: 849 | Released on: 18/05/2026

crete, floor-to-ceiling glass, and black leather. It was breathtak

d her gently onto the massive sofa. Dr. Evan

eyes were fixed on the doctor's gloved hands touching Francisca's pale skin. The air aroun

ffocating pressure in the room. He hastily wrapped her ankle and snappe

up. "I can't stay here for two weeks! I have

ting a dark shadow over her. "You want to craw

, which Everet had retrieved from her clutch, b

r ID read

mbled as she answere

Everet to hear. "Silas is furious! His arm is broken, the deal is off, and we're ruined! Don't you dare

it!" Francisca cried out, tears

d suddenly snatched th

peratures plummeting to absolute zero. "If you sell that locket, Richard, I will persona

end, followed by dead silence. Ever

d then that her family wasn't her support system. They were l

g before she woke and returning late in the night. Yet, his terrifying presence was everywhere. The fri

oredom and anxiety, Francisca hobbled o

er lay open. The title read: Jennings Gr

porate embezzlement. There were even detailed wire transfers showing exactly how he funneled Silas's fifty

gated every dark c

en. Everet walked in, methodi

les. "You investigated me," she accused, her voic

ouched his lips. He slowly closed the distance between them,

de of her waist, caging her in. His icy scent of cedar and ozone enveloped her. The mo

her heart hammering against her ribs a

wolves to pamper his stepdaughter. Silas wants you dead. No one else in this city can s

trap snapping shut around her

buzzed. He answered it, his eyes

ark amusement in his eyes vanis

s visitors. Loan sharks from the local syndic

old. She grabbed her cr

at her, analyzing her pathetic loyalt

ice devoid of emotion. "It's time you s

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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.”