Kneeling To My Ruthless Billionaire Ex
Emerson worked grueling twelve-hour shifts just to keep her five-year-old son, Leo, alive. Her only lifeline was her partner Alden, who was willing to give up his wealthy family to protect them.
But when Leo's bone marrow completely failed, the doctor delivered a death sentence. The only way to save him was a two-million-dollar treatment, or having another child with his biological father.
That father was Finnegan Mcconnell, the ruthless billionaire who had accused Emerson of faking her pregnancy and abandoned her five years ago.
Desperate for the medical fees, Emerson submitted her designs to Finnegan's company.
Instead of advancing the money, Finnegan tore her portfolio to shreds and trapped her as a prisoner in his estate.
To force her complete submission, he systematically destroyed her reality. He framed Alden with federal charges, leaving him facing twenty years in prison.
Alden's mother stormed into the pediatric ICU, violently strangling Emerson against the wall.
"Beg Finnegan to let my son go! You are a curse!"
Even Emerson's own adoptive mother showed up at the hospital, just to publicly mock her dying child.
Emerson was suffocating in despair. Finnegan already had a beautiful new wife and a five-year-old daughter—absolute proof he had been cheating while she was pregnant and alone.
He had his perfect family. Why did he have to hunt her down and sever every lifeline she had left, just to watch her drown?
With her son's heart monitor fading and Alden locked in a cell, her pride finally shattered.
Emerson walked into the top-floor executive office and dropped to her knees at the devil's feet, but the desperate mother looking up at him was preparing for a devastating revenge.
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Chapter 4
The next morning, Emerson walked out of the revolving glass doors of Mount Sinai Hospital.
She pulled her thin trench coat tighter around her body. The biting autumn wind of New York whipped down Fifth Avenue, chilling her to the bone.
She walked aimlessly along the edge of Central Park. Her brain was a frantic calculator, trying to figure out how to legally make two million dollars in thirty days.
She stopped at the red light at the intersection of Fifth and 86th Street.
A sleek, black Maybach with tinted windows rolled to a smooth stop right in front of her.
The rear passenger window hummed as it rolled down halfway.
Emerson glanced over. Her entire body turned to stone.
Finnegan Mcconnell sat in the back seat. Sitting on his lap was a little girl, about five years old, wearing a pink princess dress.
Finnegan was looking down at the girl. His eyes held a level of pure, unconditional tenderness that Emerson had never, ever seen.
The front passenger door opened. Aurore Gordon stepped out onto the curb. She wore the latest Chanel tweed suit.
Aurore smiled brightly and handed a plush doll through the window to the little girl.
"Daddy!" the little girl cheered, taking the doll.
Finnegan smiled. He leaned down and kissed the top of the girl's head.
The scene was a rusty saw blade ripping through Emerson's chest.
She stumbled backward, hiding herself behind the dark shadow of a nearby newsstand. Her hands shook violently.
She did the math in her head. The girl was five.
That meant Finnegan had been sleeping with Aurore while he was still married to Emerson. The timeline was a knife to the gut. It meant he'd been with Aurore at the very same time she was carrying his child. The betrayal was absolute. Her chest constricted, every breath suddenly feeling like she was inhaling crushed glass. She gripped the rough edge of the newsstand, her knuckles turning bone-white as she fought the urge to collapse.
The light turned green. The Maybach accelerated smoothly, disappearing into the Manhattan traffic.
Emerson stood in the exhaust fumes, her eyes burning with unshed tears.
The humiliation of the past and the desperation of the present collided. It pushed her right off the cliff.
She pulled her phone out of her pocket. She took a deep breath and dialed her former agent, Sarah.
"Emerson?" Sarah answered, surprised.
"I want the Mcconnell Group project," Emerson said. Her voice was flat and hard. "The spring collection."
Sarah gasped loudly. "Are you insane? That project is a death trap. It's already driven three top designers to quit."
"I don't care," Emerson said.
"The new CEO is a tyrant, Em. He's a monster. And the breach of contract penalty is ten million dollars."
"I only care about the three million dollar advance," Emerson replied. "Submit my portfolio to their bidding office today."
Sarah was silent for a long moment. "Fine. But you're walking into a slaughterhouse."
Emerson hung up. She turned around and marched straight to the subway.
An hour later, she pushed open the door to her Brooklyn apartment. She walked straight to the corner of the living room.
She pulled the dusty canvas cover off her drafting table.
She tied her hair up in a messy bun, walked to the sink, and splashed freezing water on her face.
She sat down at the table and opened her laptop. She downloaded the Mcconnell Group's design brief.
The requirements were brutal. The core theme was listed as: The Bindings of Power and the Thorns of Rebirth.
Emerson stared at those words. Finnegan's cold face flashed in her mind. Then Leo's pale face in the hospital bed.
She picked up a charcoal pencil. She pressed the tip against the thick sketch paper.
The scratching sound filled the quiet room. She drew the first harsh line. She poured every ounce of her hatred, pain, and desperation into the paper.
At that exact moment, down in the Financial District, on the top floor of the Mcconnell Building.
Alex walked into the massive office and placed a leather folder on the desk.
"Sir, the final list of bidders for the spring collection," Alex said.
Finnegan picked up the list. His eyes scanned the names.
He stopped. His gaze locked onto the name Emerson Sellers.
A dark, predatory smirk curled the corner of his mouth. He picked up a red pen and slowly drew a thick circle around her name.
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