Sold To The Ruthless Wall Street Tycoon

Chapter 6

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rning sunlight hit her face, blinding her for a

urposeful strides forced her to jog s

er grip on her violin case. Leo nodded in understanding and headed toward

pulled open the heavy rear door of a s

rst. It was a mock show of gentlemanly behavior that fe

e pushed herself all the way across, keeping her body

e instantly took up most of the space, h

id thud, sealing them inside an ee

rmrest. The dark privacy partition slowly glided up wit

total isolation with her new husband made

ed casually. He leaned back against t

ting the fabric of her coat. "I need to go to the

d the address to the driver. His voice was de

moothly into the hea

the cabin, broken only by the soft,

of the morning, combined with the fact that she hadn't eaten

ead and closed her eyes tightly, try

ly. His sharp eyes caught her physical

into a hidden, refrigerated compar

mall, artisan tin

e off the bar. The sharp crack of the

of dark chocolate righ

aving no room for argument. "Befor

her head away from the man who had terrified her just last night. But as she met his dark, unyielding gaze, she realized she had no power here. Suppressing a

n the chocolate, the Maybach

ast the chocolate, and she accidentally sucked Gera

h the cabin. The wet, hot heat of her ton

s snapped wide open in absolute

ark eyes locked onto hers, blazing with an intense,

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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.”