The Billionaire's Unwanted Genius Bride

Chapter 8

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bodyguards, Elissa was marched straight into a private VIP elevator and taken to the top

head of the long table, a biometric registry scanner and two thick legal folders res

t waiving all assets, and a top-tier NDA stripping your right

on the top page, then planted both

I don'

l screen flickered to life, showing live footage of a children's rare-disease clinic in Boston-the facility

whipped her head toward Kurt

picable

he Montblanc pen into her hand. "Sign, or watch thos

he bottom of both contracts. Before she could drop the pen, Kurt grabbed her left hand and pressed her thumb and index finger flat

flashed in green let

rash. "From this second on, you are Mrs. Stewart. J

mbled inside pressing both hands to her forehead, bright red blo

sobbed, collapsing toward

hit the floor, his brow furrowing hard as he

at Elissa. "I caught her in the stairwell before your men got inside-I only wanted

of that Brooklyn apartment less than an hour ago, she hadn't had a single scratch on

-" Elissa

in his blue eyes. "Not only are you shameless, you're

ing Alysia against his shirt, every bit of fight drained out of her throat. She let out a

Your good daughter is at my law firm after committing as

o his arms and strode out of the co

private security team stormed into the office carrying heavy nylon restraint straps. Wrenching Elissa's arms behind her back, they bound her w

e have permission to break your legs," the t

lay curled in the pitch-black corner, shivering uncontrollab

here her mother had been locked away before her death. She knew the gate before the van had eve

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The Billionaire's Unwanted Genius Bride

Tamarah Lupton Romance

“I spent eight years locked in a psychiatric ward, framed by the very people who stole my life. Today, I was dragged out just to be humiliated at my stepsister's high-society wedding. But while trying to escape the suffocating ballroom, I accidentally crashed into Kurt Stewart, the ruthless king of Wall Street. Our wrists collided, triggering his family's three-hundred-year-old biometric legacy trust. The system instantly locked us into an irrevocable marriage. Kurt looked at me like I was filthy trash, convinced I had hacked the core code to trap him. My biological father saw a chance to secure billionaire capital and forced me to sign a brutal prenuptial agreement. When I tried to escape the city, my own family dragged me back, locked me in a freezing basement, and blasted me with a high-pressure water hose until my skin was covered in dark purple bruises. Meanwhile, Alysia, the woman who orchestrated my ruin eight years ago, faked a head injury to frame me again. "Not only are you shameless, you're rotten to the bone!" Hearing Kurt condemn me while holding her in his arms, my heart went completely cold. I didn't understand why my own blood relatives treated me worse than a stray dog, or why they would go to such sickening lengths to crush my last bit of dignity. But I was no longer the weak fool from eight years ago. Covering my bruises with a black velvet gown and painting my bitten lips crimson, I walked gracefully into the family breakfast, looked straight at the people who wanted me dead, and began my counterattack.”