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Ellery was trapped in a suffocating marriage with Manhattan's most ruthless billionaire, Holland Sutton. She silently endured his blatant affairs, even measuring his mistress for custom lingerie at her own design studio. She drank foul, black fertility potions forced on her by his cruel mother, who treated her like nothing more than a breeding machine. She only tolerated the endless abuse because her own brother blackmailed her. He threatened to pull the plug on their dying mother's life support if Ellery didn't secure Holland's massive investment for his company. So, she swallowed her pride. She let Holland drag her around like a trophy, let his mother demand she quit her business, and allowed herself to be stripped of all dignity. But then, the devastating news broke. Holland's cousin had just welcomed a baby boy, securing the family inheritance. Ellery's womb was suddenly useless to the Sutton empire. The promised investment for her brother was instantly revoked. Every humiliation, every bitter potion she had choked down, was for absolutely nothing. She had been the perfect, silent puppet in a sick game she could never win. Yet, Holland simply dragged her to the closet and threw a black haute couture gown at her feet. "Put that on. Tonight, you are going to smile and show all of New York that my marriage is perfectly intact." Staring at the heavy dress on the floor, a cold, terrifying clarity replaced her despair. If the rules of his twisted game had changed, then so had hers.
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The Cruel Billionaire's Unwanted Perfect Wife Chapter 1
Ellery pushed the heavy walnut door open. The metallic click of the lock echoed in the massive, empty foyer of the Upper East Side penthouse.
She pulled her key from the door. Her eyes immediately dropped to the floor. A pair of red-soled stilettos lay discarded on the expensive Persian rug. They were a size too small to be hers.
A woman's high-pitched, breathy laugh drifted from the living room. The sound hit Ellery's eardrums like a physical blow. Her stomach muscles tightened.
She kicked off her work pumps, slid her feet into her slippers, and walked toward the sound. Her face remained completely blank.
As she rounded the corner, the heavy, suffocating scent of Chanel No. 5 hit her nose. It clashed violently with the subtle cedarwood diffuser she kept in the apartment. Her throat closed up.
Crystal stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows. She wore a sheer silk nightgown that left nothing to the imagination. A crystal champagne flute dangled from her manicured fingers.
Crystal turned around. Her eyes raked over Ellery's conservative gray business suit. A smirk twisted her red lips.
She swirled the champagne in her glass. "You're home early," Crystal said. Her voice dripped with mockery.
Ellery did not blink. She did not speak. She looked right through the woman and kept walking toward the master hallway.
Crystal's smirk vanished. Her face flushed red. She took a quick step sideways, blocking the entrance to the hallway.
Ellery stopped. She looked at Crystal's collarbone, refusing to meet her eyes.
"Move," Ellery said. Her voice was flat, cold, and completely empty.
The master bedroom door clicked open.
Holland stepped out into the hallway. He wore a dark gray bathrobe loosely tied at his waist. He was rubbing a white towel through his damp, dark hair.
He stopped. His dark eyes darted between the two women. A slow, cruel smile spread across his face.
Crystal immediately softened her posture. She practically threw herself at Holland, pressing her bare shoulder against his arm.
"Holland," Crystal whined, dragging out his name.
Holland did not push her away. Instead, his eyes locked onto Ellery. He watched her face, waiting for a reaction. He was searching for a crack in her armor.
Ellery's fingernails dug into the palms of her hands. The sharp pain grounded her. She turned on her heel, ready to walk back out the front door. The air in the apartment was too thin to breathe.
"Get out," Holland said. His voice was a low, hard rumble.
Crystal's triumphant smile froze. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with confusion. "What?"
Holland dropped the towel. His jaw muscle feathered. "I said, get out. Now."
Crystal bit her bottom lip. Her hands shook as she grabbed her coat from the back of the sofa. She didn't bother putting it on. She snatched her red-soled shoes from the rug and ran for the door.
The heavy front door slammed shut. The loud bang echoed through the penthouse.
The temperature in the room plummeted.
Holland closed the distance between them in three long strides. He grabbed Ellery's wrist. His large fingers wrapped completely around her delicate bones, squeezing hard.
He yanked her forward. Her chest crashed against his solid torso.
Ellery twisted her arm, trying to break his grip. "Let me go."
His grip only tightened. He lowered his head. His warm, mint-scented breath brushed against her cheek.
"You didn't even flinch," Holland whispered. His voice was laced with anger. "You really don't care, do you?"
Before she could answer, his hand moved to the back of her neck. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back. He crashed his mouth down on hers.
It wasn't a kiss. It was a punishment. His teeth scraped against her bottom lip. He demanded entry, forcing his dominance onto her.
Ellery pushed her hands against his chest. He didn't budge. Her lungs burned for oxygen. Realizing she couldn't win, she went completely limp. She closed her eyes and stood perfectly still, like a lifeless doll.
Holland's body went rigid. He pulled back, his chest heaving.
The soft, electronic chime of the private elevator shattered the heavy silence.
The polished steel doors slid open, revealing the Sutton family's head butler standing perfectly straight in the foyer.
Holland stared at the intruder. He slowly released Ellery's wrist. He took a step back, his chest still heaving as he adjusted the collar of his robe.
Ellery took a deep breath. Her hands were shaking as she smoothed down her ruined blouse.
The butler bowed his head slightly.
"Sir. Madam. Apologies for the intrusion," the butler said, his voice a smooth, practiced monotone. "Madam Goldia expects you both at the estate for dinner tonight. She explicitly instructed me to ensure you received the message personally, and to remind you that she expects good news regarding your cycle."
The butler stepped back into the elevator. The doors slid shut. Ellery stared at the empty foyer. Her stomach twisted into a painful knot.
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