The Billionaire's Unwanted Genius Bride

Chapter 9

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ident's office at the Stewart Consortium. Kurt stood by the window with one hand

to her forehead, holding a cup of hot tea as she watched his back. Kurt turned around

low and flat. "For your injury, I'll have the finance departme

ing around the porcelain cup as s

turned red immediately. "I only went to talk t

date cannot be broken. From today on, it isn't appropriate for us t

tea across the carpet. "You're throw

er," Kurt said coldly. "I will never lay a finger on her, b

hingstock in New York within twenty-four hours. Dropping straight to her knees on

bed, big tears splashing onto his leather shoes. "I just can't

smashed a vase over her head just hours ago, Kurt felt a heavy wave of guilt press down

said, his voice softening sl

on a black velvet jewelry box. Margaret had sent it over that afternoon-a custom bra

ted the lid of the box, greed flashing deep i

ed back to Kurt with wide, hopeful eyes.

h rather than hand a peace offering to Elissa. Seeing the fragile hope on

u like it

hire bracelet around her wrist at once. Walking back to Kurt

knew you still had

ring out at the dark skyline with a strange tightness in

hadows, I'm willing," she whispered, a cold, trium

on Long Island, Elissa sat strapped to a fre

t at her chest and opened the valve. The freezing jet of water slammed into Elissa's ribs,

ying to run and hurting Miss Gibson," the g

own on her lower lip until bright red blood dripped

ht at the bare lightbulb above, her amber eyes burning with pure hatred. Twice she reached for the override in her mind-the council, the v

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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.”