Silent Vows: Protected By The Billionaire
The $50 million lawsuit notice on my phone screen was a violent, pulsing red. My father’s corporate espionage had finally caught up to us, and he was ready to throw me to the wolves to save his own skin.
To survive, I signed a contract marriage with the predator himself—Alaric Hunter, the very man currently dismantling my family’s legacy.
But the moment we left City Hall, my father turned into a monster. He called the hospital and canceled the private care for my dying mother, moving her to a miserable state ward just to break my spirit for "disobeying" him.
"I will find the money," I hissed, even as my throat threatened to close from the paralyzing stress.
"You’ll come crawling back when that monster dumps you!" my father roared, leaving me standing in the rain with nothing but a battered suitcase.
My ex-boyfriend, the man who actually falsified the documents that framed me, mocked me from his Ferrari, while Alaric’s own business rivals planted hidden cameras in our new penthouse to watch our every move. I was a legal shield, a corporate asset, and a target all at once.
I didn't understand why Alaric was suddenly paying my mother’s medical bills in secret or why he looked at me with such chilling intensity. Was I just a tool for his voting shares, or was he the only person in this city who actually wanted me safe?
I looked at the files Alaric left on the marble counter, filled with evidence against everyone who had ever hurt me. I was done being the victim of a hostile takeover; it was time to show them what happens when a Hunter’s wife decides to start hunting.
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Chapter 4
Richard charged up the remaining steps. He raised his hand.
Grace flinched, squeezing her eyes shut. But the blow didn't land. She had swung her suitcase up instinctively, the hard plastic shell taking the impact of her father's hand with a loud thwack.
She opened her eyes. The fear was still there, pounding in her chest, but something else had joined it. Anger. Cold and sharp.
"I'm married," Grace said, her voice shaking but audible. "You don't own me anymore."
Richard's face turned a shade of purple Grace had never seen. "Married? To who? That corporate shark you hired?"
"His name is Alaric Hunter," Collins yelled from the top of the stairs. "The man who just cost us millions!"
Richard laughed, a cruel, grinding sound. "Fine. Excellent. Since you're a married woman, your husband can pay for your mother's specialized care facility."
The blood drained from Grace's face. "No."
Richard pulled out his phone. He dialed a number, putting it on speaker. "Dr. Evans? This is Richard Kirk. Cancel the private payments for Catherine Kirk. Move her to the state ward. Effective immediately."
"No!" Grace screamed. She lunged for the phone, but Tyler caught her arm, holding her back.
"Grace, stop," Tyler whispered, his breath hot on her ear. "Just apologize. I can fix this with your dad. Just beg him."
Grace stomped on Tyler's instep with her heel. He yelped and let go.
"I will find the money," Grace hissed at her father. "I will figure it out. And when I do, you will never see either of us again."
"Get out!" Richard roared. "And don't come crawling back when that monster dumps you!"
Grace turned and ran. She burst out the front door into the night. It had started to rain-a cold, biting downpour that soaked her shirt in seconds.
She didn't stop running until she reached the corner, the Maybach still waiting patiently where she'd left it. She collapsed into the back seat, shivering violently.
She had nowhere to go. Her apartment wasn't safe; her father knew where it was. She was legally shielded but financially and emotionally devastated.
Her phone rang. Unknown Number.
She stared at it, then swiped answer. "Hello?"
"Grace?" The voice was deep, calm. Alaric. "Where are you? My security detail lost visual."
Grace let out a sob. She couldn't help it. The dam broke. "My father's house. I... I got kicked out."
There was a pause on the line. "Send me your location. I'm coming to get you."
"You're in a meeting," Grace asked, wiping her eyes. She remembered he had to go to his office.
Alaric hesitated. "The meeting is over. Sit tight."
He hung up. Inside the climate-controlled interior of his office, Alaric turned to Marcus.
"Find me the location of the nearest state-run long-term care facility to this address," he ordered. "And get me the administrator on the phone. I am making a donation. An anonymous one. It will cover the care of a Catherine Kirk. In perpetuity."
Marcus looked like he was about to cry. "Sir, you want me to arrange a multi-million dollar endowment in-"
"Ten minutes, Marcus."
Thirty minutes later, a black Maybach, identical to the one she was in, rattled up to the curb. The engine was silent, a predator in the rain.
The driver's door opened. Alaric stepped out. He was wearing the same perfect suit, now shielded by a black umbrella.
Grace looked up at him, her hair plastered to her skull, her eyes red and swollen.
Alaric didn't say a word. He walked over, opened her car door, and extended a hand.
"Let's go home," he said.
Grace took his hand. It was warm. She climbed out of one car and into the other. The new car smelled of nothing but clean leather and power. The heater was blasting.
For the first time that day, Grace stopped shaking.
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7.0
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Years later, Shawn returned as a rising attorney and heir to a powerful family, backed by wealth and influence.
Disgraced and frantic, Vanessa fought to free her parents, framed and jailed.
She dropped to her knees and begged for his help.
He said coolly, "Be my lover-until I'm done with you."
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8.5
Alexandrea woke up with a splitting headache in a strange hotel bed, terrified to find a brutally handsome, half-naked stranger beside her.
Before she could even scream, the door burst open. Her adoptive mother, Ivette, stormed in with a swarm of reporters and flashing cameras.
"How could you disgrace our family name like this?"
Ivette sobbed, putting on a theatrical performance of a heartbroken mother. It was a setup to completely ruin Alexandrea's reputation in front of New York's elite.
For ten years, Alexandrea had lived in a house of horrors. Her back and arms were covered in silvery scars and puckered cigarette burns left by Ivette's vicious abuse.
Yet to the public, Ivette had carefully crafted Alexandrea's image as a wild, ungrateful, and manipulative liar.
Trapped under the duvet, Alexandrea was drowning in shame, her voice lost in the storm of accusations.
She didn't understand why her adoptive family hated her so much, treating her worse than a stray dog while using her brother's future to keep her chained.
But what she understood even less was the stranger beside her.
Instead of panicking, the man slowly sat up, his presence alone silencing the frantic room. He was Ace Griffith, the billionaire heir who owned half of Manhattan.
He wrapped his suit jacket around her trembling shoulders, looked Ivette dead in the eye, and dropped a bomb.
"I will be marrying her."
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7.6
Bridget caught her fiancé tangled in the sheets with another woman. She left the engagement ring behind and, in a moment of reckless defiance, had a one-night stand with Damond Oneill, the most terrifying billionaire on Wall Street.
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Worse, she found her mother coughing up bright red blood, secretly hiding a fatal illness. Desperate to save her family, Bridget attended a high-society gala, only for her ex and her legitimate half-sister to slip a powerful drug into her champagne. Trapped on a locked balcony, her body burning and paralyzed, she watched her ex approach to assault and film her.
"Let's see how arrogant you are when the drugs kick in."
She didn't understand why her own blood treated her like disposable trash. Why was she always the pawn while her mother suffered in secret? The absolute despair almost broke her.
Just as he grabbed her dress, a deafening explosion shattered the glass door.
Damond stepped through the ruin, brutally crippled her ex, and claimed her as his own. But when Damond's team traced her mother's secret medical funds to a highly classified Swiss clinic, Bridget realized the real war had just begun.
9.7
I died with blood pooling and betrayal.
My fiancé never loved me-he only wanted. My stepsister never saw me as family. And when I discovered I was carrying his child and tried to expose their affair, they shoved me into a shattered glass table and left me to bleed out alone.
But I woke up a year earlier, with my voice miraculously returned and a second chance burning in my chest.
This time, I refuse to be the silent, obedient sacrifice they used and discarded. This time, I'll make them pay. And when a ruthless billionaire offers me an impossible deal-a fake marriage to save his crumbling empire, I accept without hesitation.
They still see me as that broken, voiceless girl who couldn't fight back.
They have no idea I've already won.
7.1
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