The High Price Of Father's Freedom
I was at a high-end law school mixer, hiding behind a pillar and eyeing the shrimp buffet because my bank account was empty and my fridge contained nothing but expired milk. My father’s name was a national headline for all the wrong reasons, and my only goal was to survive law school without being recognized.
That’s when the room went silent for the arrival of Armond Woodward, the billionaire COO of a global media empire. I froze, because seven years ago in Paris, he was Armond Chevalier, the sweet art student I’d shared a life with. Now, he was a cold-eyed predator in a bespoke suit, and he was staring directly at me like I was a missing asset he’d finally located.
I tried to escape, but the walls were closing in. My tuition payment was forty-eight hours late, and my father was facing a new indictment that would keep him in prison for the rest of his life. While a rich classmate named Miles tried to "save" me by parading me around like a trophy, Armond was working in the shadows. He didn't just offer help; he bought my student loans and my father’s legal liens, effectively making himself my sole creditor.
The realization hit me like a physical blow when Armond cornered me in his private elevator. He knew about my broken apartment lock, my ramen-noodle dinners, and every cent I owed. He hadn't just found me by accident; he had been watching me drown for years, waiting for the exact moment I became desperate enough to be useful.
"I've been waiting for you to hit bottom, Rose," he whispered, using the private name from our past as he trapped me in the back of his black SUV.
With the threat of a two-million-dollar restitution fee hanging over my father's head and the prosecutors closing in, Armond laid out his final terms. He didn't want an apology or a second chance at love; he needed a wife to secure his family trust and defeat a hostile takeover, and I was the only person with enough debt to be completely controlled.
"Marry me, Abbey. A three-year contract, and I make all of this go away."
I looked at the man who had destroyed my life just to own it and realized that to save my family, I had to walk straight into the golden cage he had built for me.
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Chapter 8
Sunlight blasted through the curtains, waking Abbey with the subtlety of a slap. She squinted at the clock. 6:00 AM.
She scrambled out of bed. Her clothes from last night were neatly folded on a chair, washed and dried. She put them on quickly. The cheap fabric felt rough against her skin after the silk robe.
She opened the bedroom door. The penthouse was silent.
On the kitchen island, a spread of pastries and fruit sat untouched. A note was propped against a carafe of coffee.
Gone to the office. Alfred will have the driver take you wherever you need to go. - A
Abbey let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. He was gone.
"Good morning, Miss Wynn," Alfred said, appearing with a terrifying stealth. "Shall I call the car?"
"No," Abbey said. "I'll walk."
"It is raining, Miss."
"I like the rain."
Alfred sighed and handed her a massive black umbrella. "Mr. Woodward insisted."
Abbey took the umbrella and fled.
When she got back to her apartment, Sophie was sitting at the kitchen table, eating cereal. She looked pale but alive.
"Abbey!" Sophie jumped up and hugged her. "Oh my god. You saved my life."
"Are you okay?" Abbey asked, squeezing her back.
"Yeah. The doctors said I was drugged. But... Abbey, the hospital bill? It was paid. In full. By 'Anonymous'." Sophie's eyes were wide. "And Miles? Liz said Miles got us in. Miles saved us."
Abbey stiffened. "Miles?"
"Yeah! Miles is the real deal," Liz chimed in, looking hungover. "He told me he had to pull some major strings with the owner to get that guy kicked out for us. He's taking us all to dinner tonight to celebrate you being okay. You have to come. You owe him."
Abbey felt a headache forming behind her eyes. Miles was taking the credit. Of course he was.
"I don't think-"
"Please," Sophie begged. "I want to thank him. And I don't want to go alone."
Abbey sighed. "Fine."
Later that afternoon, Abbey was in the library, trying to focus on Property Law. Her phone pinged.
UNIVERSITY PORTAL ALERT: PAYMENT CONFIRMATION. Your outstanding tuition balance of $12,000 has been paid in full.
Abbey stared at the screen. Not a deposit. A payment. It was from a shell corporation she didn't recognize, but she knew who it was. Armond. He hadn't given her money; he had pulled the strings directly. He hadn't given her a leash; he had tightened the one already around her neck.
She should call the bursar's office. She should be noble and reject it.
But being noble meant dropping out of law school. Being noble meant her father rotted in prison without a lawyer who could actually help him.
She closed the laptop. Her hands shook. I'll pay him back, she promised herself. Every cent.
Miles texted: Carbone. 8 PM. I got a table. Bring the girls.
Abbey typed back: We'll be there.
Across town, in a corner office on the 50th floor of the Woodward Building, Ken placed a sheet of paper on Armond's desk.
"She hasn't rejected the tuition payment, sir."
Armond didn't look up from his documents. "Good."
"And," Ken hesitated. "Mr. Sterling has a reservation at Carbone tonight. Six people. Miss Wynn is included."
Armond's pen stopped moving. A blot of ink bled into the paper.
He looked up. His eyes were glacial.
"Carbone?"
"Yes, sir."
Armond closed the file. He stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the city that looked so small from up here.
"Get me a table," Armond said. "Next to them."
"Sir, Carbone is booked months in-"
"Buy the restaurant if you have to, Ken. Just get me the table."
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Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me.
I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price.
9.2
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Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again.
Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises.
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7.0
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8.4
My husband, Craig, got the promotion. After three long years stuck in a small town, we were finally going home to corporate headquarters.
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He had remarried the very next day.
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9.2
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9.0
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Loyal wife. Elegant hostess. The silent shadow behind the powerful Alpha Wesley Winters.
When she walked down the aisle, it was for duty, not love.
Her husband gave his heart to another, his fated mate, and her half-sister.
Her own daughter grew to adore the woman who stole her place.
***
The day she signed our divorce papers, she stopped hiding.
The struggling fashion label he mocked? Now a global empire.
The lonely Luna he had ignored became his most powerful rival.
Alpha Wesley thought he was freeing himself from a gold-digger.
He never imagined she'd become the number one threat to his empire.
***
Now, he wants a second chance. His pack is in chaos. And his so-called fated mate is scrambling to salvage his reputation.
But this Luna doesn't answer his calls anymore. She's too busy counting her billions.
He underestimated the quiet wolf.
Now the world will learn who the true Queen is.