Bound By The Legacy Pact: My Protector
The crystal chandeliers of the Plaza Hotel screamed money, framing the wedding of Chelsea Grimes and Julian Davidson as the ultimate corporate merger. But as the officiant prepared to unite two of the city's most powerful dynasties, the heavy double doors didn't just open-they exploded inward.
Gideon Combs stood in the wreckage, a man in a frayed trench coat and grime-caked boots, looking like a stain on a pristine canvas. He wasn't there to object; he was there to enforce a "Legacy Pact," coldly informing the bride that her debt to a dead man hadn't been fulfilled and she didn't get to walk away.
In seconds, the ballroom turned into a butchery as Gideon dismantled elite bodyguards with nothing but a broken wine bottle, eventually sending the groom flying into a tower of shattering champagne glass. When the military arrived, the room expected a firing squad, but instead, a four-star General snapped a sharp salute to the "vagrant," calling him a national asset. My family, the Singletons, saw this as a threat rather than a salvation; when I chose to stand by Gideon, my own grandmother stripped me of my keys, my cards, and my inheritance, casting me out into the pouring rain.
I couldn't wrap my head around why the world's most powerful men trembled at the mention of Gideon's mentor, or what secret was etched into the black iron ring on his finger. I had traded my billionaire lifestyle for a man who looked like a drifter but fought like a god, and I had no idea if he was my protector or my ultimate ruin.
As we stood on the sidewalk with nothing but twelve dollars and the clothes on our backs, Gideon's phone buzzed with a half-million-dollar bounty already active on the dark web. He didn't flinch; he just looked at the shadows closing in and whispered.
"Game on."
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Chapter 5
The windows shattered inward.
Ropes dropped. Men in black tactical gear rappelled into the ballroom. They moved with a fluidity that made the private security look like amateurs.
Within seconds, every armed man in the room was face down on the carpet, zip-tied.
The double doors opened again.
General Mullins walked in.
He was a mountain of a man in a dress uniform. Four stars on his shoulder. His face was a map of old scars.
Gasper Davidson stumbled down the stairs. He was sweating profusely, the effects of the gas making him wobble.
"General!" Gasper shouted. "Thank God. This terrorist attacked us! He used a biological weapon!"
Mullins stopped. He looked at Gasper.
"Silence," Mullins barked.
He walked past Gasper. He walked past the sobbing Chelsea. He walked straight to Gideon.
Gideon stood next to Celestia. He had his hands in his pockets. He looked relaxed.
Celestia stepped in front of him. Her voice was shaking, but her chin was up.
"General," she said. "He is my employee. He was acting in self-defense."
Mullins looked at her. Then he looked at Gideon.
His eyes fell on Gideon's left hand, specifically the ring on his ring finger. It was a simple band of black iron. But etched into the metal was a tiny symbol. A wolf's head with three eyes. The Shura.
Mullins's eyes widened. His spine snapped straight, the muscles in his neck cording with sudden tension. His right hand twitched upward, a reflex honed by decades of service, beginning to form a salute.
Gideon locked eyes with him. He gave a barely perceptible shake of his head.
Mullins froze. He caught the motion mid-air. He awkwardly turned the salute into a gesture of smoothing his lapel, clearing his throat loudly to cover the lapse.
He turned to Gasper.
"Who fired the first shot?" Mullins asked.
"It was him!" Gasper pointed at Gideon.
"Ballistics will tell us," Mullins said coldly. "But I see automatic rifles on your men, Mr. Davidson. Those are illegal in a civilian zone."
Gasper sputtered. "General, I am a donor to your-"
"You are a suspect," Mullins cut him off. He stepped into Gasper's personal space. "If you say one more word, I will have you arrested for domestic terrorism."
The room went dead silent.
Mullins turned back to Gideon. His voice changed. It was softer, respectful.
"Sir, we need to take you in for questioning."
"Of course," Gideon said. "I have nothing to hide."
Julian was being loaded onto a stretcher. He lifted his head.
"He poisoned her!" Julian screamed. "He fed her poison!"
Mullins looked at Gideon.
"Vitamin C," Gideon said. "She looked pale."
Mullins didn't smile, but his eyes crinkled.
"Clear the room," Mullins ordered. "Seize all footage. No one speaks to the press."
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7.0
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The man I bled for, starved for, fought for, was a complete stranger, a monster veiled in cold disdain. My heartbreak bled out, replaced by a reckless, destructive madness. This wasn't just humiliation; it was an execution.
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7.7
Aida's life is already complicated.
A controlling boyfriend.
A job that drains her.
A heart tired of giving more than it gets.
So the last thing she expects is Mike-the quiet, handsome "new trainee" who walks into the office with a mysterious calm and an unexpected kindness.
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Dangerous.
Safe.
All at once.
As their friendship blooms, jealous eyes begin to watch.
Whispers spread.
Fake friends interfere.
And even Mike's family stands against them.
Two hearts drawn to each other.
One relationship already falling apart.
Secrets that can destroy everything.
In a company filled with gossip, power, and hidden agendas,
Aida and Mike must decide-
is this friendship worth the risk?
Or will the growing tension ruin them before they even begin?
9.6
A billionaire art collector purchases a mysterious 19th-century portrait and begins having vivid dreams about the woman in it. After a near-fatal accident, he realizes the portrait is connected to a tragic past that mirrors his present life. As he grows close to a woman who looks exactly like the one in the painting, he must uncover the truth behind the portrait before history repeats itself.
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7.1
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In the doorway stood her so-called best friend Itzel and her secret lover Erwin, desperately urging her to elope.
They warned her that her soon-to-be husband, the billionaire Arlington Townsend, was a crippled monster, and marrying him would ruin her life forever.
In her previous life, she blindly believed their lies and ran away from the altar.
Because of her public betrayal, the ruthless Townsend family completely bankrupted her father's company in retaliation.
Erwin and Itzel swooped in as her saviors, only to steal whatever was left of her family's wealth and power.
When she was finally stripped of her value, Erwin pushed her down an icy mountain slope during a brutal blizzard.
With a shattered ankle, she could only watch as Itzel smirked and Erwin coldly walked away, leaving her to be buried alive under the freezing snow.
As her lungs burned and her heart gave out in the agonizing cold, she was consumed by hatred.
Why did the man who swore to protect her and the friend she trusted with her life plot so meticulously to destroy her?
Opening her eyes again, Bonnie was back in the bridal suite, minutes before the ceremony.
This time, she didn't run.
She walked straight down the aisle, looked the terrifying Arlington Townsend in the eye, and firmly said her vows.
"I do."
9.5
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Can they uphold the signed agreement until the end, or can they stop the feelings forming between them?