Sold To The Ruthless Wall Street Tycoon

Chapter 4

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t. The sound vibrated through the floorboards, sig

old hardwood floor, pulling her legs up and

heavy furniture echoed relentlessly. Every thud was a grim r

ones. Then, she forced herself to stand up. Her legs felt heavy

reading chair and the vanity, but her father's framed ph

e. She traced her father's smiling face with

A single tear escaped, tracking down her pa

fingers brushed against the thick, textured cardstock.

the dim light from the window. Th

nlocked her cell phone. Her fingers sho

e to her ear. The li

, gravelly v

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oat. A shiver ran down her spine at

f the nightstand so ha

she stated. Her voice was ho

faint sound of his steady breathing. He let the heavy weight of

his tone was strictly b

ign the prenuptial

nd a guarantee. The hospital bills and

ing sound came through the phone speake

assured her. "The funds will be wired the sec

t happens next?" she asked, h

ll meet Leo at the Boyle corporate law offices at eight a. m. sharp to sign the p

rangements-" Carolina tried to

," Gerard cut h

ne wen

een. The finality of her decision crash

itcase. She unzipped it and began throwing in basic clothing-sweat

refully picked up her most prized possession: he

last look around the room that he

switch, turning off the light an

pulling the heavy wooden door shut b

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“My family's empire went bankrupt overnight, and my father was dying in the ICU. To save him, I had to walk into the penthouse of Wall Street's most ruthless billionaire, Gerard Boyle, and beg for a bailout. But Gerard didn't just want my company's shares as collateral. He demanded I take off my engagement ring and sign a suffocating prenuptial agreement to become his society wife. Meanwhile, my fiancé of three years, Jerrad, vanished the second our stock plummeted. When he finally showed up as my family estate was being foreclosed, it wasn't to save me. "All you need to do is sign over your voting rights to me." He wanted to steal my father's legacy for pennies on the dollar while playing the white knight. When I publicly exposed his betrayal and threw the diamond ring at his chest, he threatened to ruin me. I lost everything, even having to abandon my lifelong Juilliard fellowship to find cheap corporate gigs just to survive. I thought selling my freedom into a terrifying, cold marriage with Gerard would at least guarantee my father's survival. But then the doctor delivered a crushing blow: my father needed a sudden half-million-dollar experimental surgery to live. It was a massive out-of-pocket cost completely excluded from Gerard's ironclad contract. Why was I being pushed into a corner with absolutely no way out? Looking at my frail father through the ICU glass, I knew that begging my new billionaire husband for this money meant surrendering my soul entirely. I wiped my tears, turned my back on the ward, and silently vowed to raise the money myself, even if it killed me.”