Bound To The Devil From My Past

To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years.

But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms.

"Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now."

He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school.

He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge.

He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy.

He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me.

I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present.

Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty?

Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase.

If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.