Bound To The Devil From My Past

To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years. But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms. "Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now." He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school. He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge. He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy. He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me. I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present. Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty? Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase. If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.

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Chapter 7

Ashlie hung up the phone, the dial tone buzzing in her ear like an insect. She tried to focus on the sketch in front of her, but the lines blurred together. Her mind was a mess of worry for her father and fear for herself.

A rustle of paper drew her attention. She looked over at Keenen. He was still sitting on the floor, his small body hunched over his drawing. He had been quiet for a long time.

She walked over and knelt beside him. The drawing was simple, drawn with the clumsy strokes of a child. It was a picture of a woman holding a little boy's hand. But the woman had no face. Just a blank oval where her features should be.

"That's a nice picture," Ashlie said softly.

Keenen pointed a crayon at the faceless woman. "That's Mommy," he said.

Ashlie's heart twisted. The longing in his voice was palpable. She wanted to hug him, to tell him it would be okay, but she didn't know how.

The buzzer at the door rang out, sharp and sudden.

Ashlie jumped, her heart leaping into her throat. She stood up quickly, her body tensing. He sent someone already.

She walked to the door on unsteady legs, preparing herself for another confrontation with one of Ellsworth's minions.

She pulled the door open.

"Chloe?" she blurted out, her eyes wide.

Her best friend, Chloe Mercer, stood in the hallway. She was dressed to kill in a leopard-print coat, holding two cups of coffee. Her usual bright smile froze on her face as she looked past Ashlie.

Chloe's eyes locked onto the small boy sitting on the floor. Her jaw dropped.

"Ashlie," Chloe said, her voice high with shock. "Who's kid is this? Since when do you babysit?"

Ashlie let out a bitter laugh. She grabbed Chloe's arm and pulled her inside, shutting the door firmly behind her.

"Keep your voice down," Ashlie hissed, gesturing toward Keenen. "This is Keenen."

Chloe's eyes were sparkling with gossip. She lowered her voice to a dramatic whisper. "Is he a secret love child? Faye's? No, I would know. Is he... yours?"

Ashlie couldn't help but smile at her friend's wild imagination. She shook her head and pointed toward the small kitchenette in the back.

"Let's talk in there," Ashlie said.

She went over to Keenen and handed him her tablet, played the cartoons that most ordinary children like. He took it without a word, his eyes glazing over.

In the kitchen, Chloe immediately launched into interrogation mode.

"Spill it," Chloe demanded, leaning against the counter. "You look like hell. What's going on?"

Ashlie took a deep breath. She couldn't lie to Chloe. She needed someone to talk to, someone who wasn't part of this nightmare.

"I'm married," Ashlie said slowly.

Chloe choked on her coffee. " You... you got married? When? To who? Why wasn't I invited?"

The questions came rapid-fire, each one hitting Ashlie like a pellet.

"This morning," Ashlie said, her voice tired. "I got married to save the Bradford Group."

Chloe's face went pale. She knew about the company's troubles, but she hadn't realized how desperate things had gotten.

She reached out and pulled Ashlie into a tight hug. "Oh my god, Ash. Why didn't you tell me? Who is he? Is he good to you?"

Ashlie pulled back, her eyes filling with tears she had been holding back all day. She looked at her friend, her expression a mix of exhaustion and disbelief.

"It's Ellsworth Marshall," she whispered.

Chloe frowned, the name ringing a distant bell. "Ellsworth Marshall? Wait... you don't mean the Ellsworth Marshall? The phantom of Wall Street who came out of nowhere last year? No, that's impossible. It has to be a different guy."

"No," Ashlie prompted, her voice hollow. "From school. The boy we called the 'Glass Prince'?"

Chloe's mouth fell open in a perfect 'O'. She looked like she had been slapped.

"Wait," Chloe stammered, her voice a squeak. "Our 'Glass Prince'? The one who fell over if you breathed on him? He's the billionaire who saved your company? And you married him?"

Ashlie nodded, a tear finally slipping down her cheek. She told Chloe everything-the contract, the revenge, Keenen being his nephew, the move to Long Island.

When she finished, Chloe was silent for a long moment. She just stared at Ashlie, her expression a mix of horror and awe.

"This is insane," Chloe finally said, her voice hollow. "This is like a plot from a crazy movie."

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I hovered in the corner of the damp Runt Quarters, powerless as a ghost, watching my five-year-old daughter take her last breath. She died of a fever that a simple medicine could have cured. But my husband, Alpha Elroy, refused to pay for it. He was too busy dining with his mistress to waste resources on a "runt." When he finally arrived, there were no tears. He picked up my daughter’s small body like a bag of trash and tossed her into the incineration pit meant for criminals. "Stop hiding, Annis!" he roared at the empty woods, thinking I was alive and watching. "Your trick didn't work. The runt is dead." I screamed at him, clawing at his suit, but my hands passed right through him. Days later, his mistress gave birth to a son. But the baby was born with a fractured soul, dying. The doctor said only a bone marrow graft from the White Wolf bloodline could save him. Elroy didn't hesitate. He looked toward the incineration pit. "Retrieve the girl's body," he commanded his warriors. "Her bones will save the future Alpha." He intended to butcher our daughter's corpse to save his illegitimate child. Enraged, he hunted down the Rogue who had secretly stolen Emma's body before it could burn. "Give me the body!" Elroy demanded. "And tell Annis to stop spoofing her credit cards in Europe and show her face!" The Rogue looked at him with cold pity and threw a coroner's report at his chest. "Annis isn't in Europe, Elroy." "She has been rotting in a shallow grave for six months. Your mistress paid for the bullet."

Horror Romance Werewolf

8.1

Beyond The Champagne Silk: The Wife's Defiant Return

8.1

I spent forty hours hand-beading a gown for a woman who was currently sleeping with my husband. My fingers were raw, my vision blurred, and the needle had just driven deep into my index finger, leaving a drop of blood on the silk. Braxton walked into our penthouse, rain dripping from his suit, and didn't even look at me. But the scent hit me instantly—Bulgarian rose and white musk. It was the custom perfume Griselda, my own sister, commissioned in Paris. I had spent three years as a ghost in my own marriage, sewing costumes for the woman who had haunted my vows since day one. Braxton didn't bother to hide it anymore; there was a smudge of her coral lipstick on his collar. He didn't offer an explanation, only a command to finish the gown for the Met Gala so I wouldn't embarrass them. My mother called moments later, her voice sharp with the usual dismissal. She didn't care that I was bleeding or that my husband was cheating with my sister. She only cared that I was "falling behind" on Griselda's gown. I sat in the silence of that cold, marble cage, staring at the needle in my hand. For years, I had swallowed every insult and stitched every lie, believing I was the capable one who had to make them happy. But as the clock ticked, a door inside me finally clicked shut. I wasn't just tired; I was finished. I set the needle down, picked up my phone, and dialed my sister’s number to tell her she’d have to find someone else to bleed for her.

Horror Modern Romance

7.9

Claimed By Alpha Ceaser Cursed To Be His

7.9

He is cursed. She is a slave. Their forbidden bond will either save their world or set it ablaze. Caeser Varyn, the formidable Alpha King, is a figure of fear, his very blood tainted by a curse that has claimed every mate the Moon Goddess has given him. His existence is a lonely burden of twisted power, until a single, accidental touch changes everything. Ava is a ghost in the royal palace-an unseen slave girl with a quiet grace and a hidden power. When the Moon Goddess's mating mark appears on her wrist, Caeser shatters ancient laws and claims her as his own. Their forbidden union ignites a firestorm, forcing them to flee the burning palace and the outrage of the pack. Turned out she's gifted by the Moon Goddess and to survive, Ava must master the power she never knew she possessed, expose the traitors who surround them, and find a way to break the ancestral curse. If she fails, her love will be consumed, and their world will fall to the dark power of a corrupted god.

Fantasy Horror Werewolf

8.9

Heina: The Red Demon Dragon

8.9

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Adventure Fantasy Horror

7.9

Love Remade – When Love Goes Haywire

7.9

When her mother's medical bills threaten to destroy her family, Flora Bennett accepts billionaire Harris Kingston's shocking proposal: marry him for one year, and he'll pay every debt. But Flora soon discovers her husband isn't who he claims to be-and the women before her have vanished without a trace. Now trapped in a deadly game of identity and deception, Flora must uncover the truth before she becomes the next victim of a psychopath's twisted obsession.

Billionaire Horror Modern Romance

8.3

My Mate's a Bastard, My Mother-in-Law's a Monster

8.3

I, I'm Lila. My mate Peter branded our pup a bastard after a rigged moon blood test, driven by Freya's lies. Haunted by a past life's betrayal, I fled to the Lunar Maternity sanctuary, only to uncover Peter's affair with Freya. Worse: my mother-in-law, Eden, hoarded my clothes and drugged me-turns out, he's a hermaphrodite who forced himself on me, fathering the pup...

Horror Romance Werewolf

Bound To The Devil From My Past

Chapter 7

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