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Buying The Exiled Heir: He Is Mine

Alyssa Gregory slept with Benton Steele, a recently disgraced and bankrupt heir, just to humiliate him. She threw a massive check at his bare chest, treating the former prince of Wall Street like a cheap escort. But Benton didn't take the charity. Instead, he manipulated her anger, tricking her into signing an ironclad contract that surrendered absolute control of her entire trust fund to him. When her abusive mother found out she had funded a penniless outcast, she slapped Alyssa across the face. Her mother froze all her bank accounts, locked her inside her bedroom, and arranged to sell her off to a degenerate politician. Desperate to escape, Alyssa climbed down her balcony, falling fifteen feet and shattering her ankle on the stones below. Stripped of her money and freedom, she dragged her broken body to a VIP club just to publicly declare that Benton belonged to her. She thought she was the boss, playing a rebellious game with a broken man. But when Benton effortlessly carried her away from the club and locked her inside his rundown apartment, the terrifying calculation in his dark eyes shattered her illusion. How could a man stripped of his entire empire still radiate such suffocating, violent power? "You bought me," Benton whispered, his massive frame trapping her against the sofa. "That means I have to take care of you." Physically trapped and completely broke, Alyssa stared into his consuming eyes, her mind racing to find a way to turn the tables.
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Chapter 5

The air in the foyer went completely still.

Eleonora took a deep, ragged breath, her chest heaving under the silk robe.

Her face smoothed out into a mask of absolute ice.

"If you want to prove your worth to this family so badly, you will fulfill your obligations," Eleonora said, her voice terrifyingly calm.

"You are having dinner with Barrett Cushing IV tomorrow night."

Alyssa stared at her mother, the blood draining from her face.

"Barrett Cushing? He's a degenerate. He's practically a walking lawsuit."

"The Cushing family has the political leverage we need in Washington right now," Eleonora stated flatly.

"I am not a piece of property you can trade for lobbying power!" Alyssa yelled, her lungs burning.

Eleonora sneered. "If you can throw yourself at a piece of trash like Benton Steele, you can marry Barrett Cushing."

The insult snapped the last thread of Alyssa's self-control.

A hot, blinding fury rushed to her head.

"Is that how you justify it?" Alyssa asked, her voice shaking with venom.

"Is this what you told yourself when you slept your way into this house?"

She took a step closer to her mother, ignoring the gasps from the maids hiding in the hallway.

"Did you force Demetria Acosta out just so you could sell your own daughter to the highest bidder?"

The name hit Eleonora like a physical strike.

All the color vanished from Eleonora's face, leaving her looking hollow and terrified.

Eleonora's hand flew through the air before Alyssa could blink.

The slap sounded like a gunshot in the massive room.

Alyssa's head snapped to the side.

A sharp, stinging heat spread across her left cheek, but she didn't raise her hand to touch it.

She slowly turned her head back, her eyes burning with unshed tears and pure hatred.

"That proves I'm right," Alyssa whispered, her voice raw.

Eleonora was shaking violently from head to toe.

"Freeze every account in her name," Eleonora screamed at the butler. "Cancel her credit cards. Take her car keys. Take her passport."

Two massive security guards stepped out from the shadows of the corridor, blocking the front door.

"Take her to her room," Eleonora ordered, her voice cracking. "Lock the door. No one lets her out."

Alyssa jerked her arm away when one of the guards reached for her.

She turned and walked up the marble stairs, her spine rigid, her breathing shallow and fast.

She reached her bedroom and turned to look down at her mother one last time.

She walked inside and slammed the heavy wooden door shut with all her strength.

The walls shook.

A second later, she heard the heavy metallic click of the deadbolt sliding into place from the outside.

She was trapped.

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