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The Oracle's Revenge: My Purchased Marriage

The Oracle's Revenge: My Purchased Marriage

Author: Qijia Lady
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Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 1046    |    Released on: 30/01/2026

rsh morning rays cut through the floor-to-ceiling windows of

ago. She didn't move immediately. It was a rare and calculated command performance; at the Hamptons estate, they slept in separate wings. Here, in this glass box in the s

till the

athing shallowed, her posture collapsing inward. The door swung open, slamming ag

railing down to the defined ridges of his abdomen. He looked like a statue carved from rese

band. He looked at her like a st

elf into the corner of the headboard, widening her eyes. It was a practiced motion. The frightened doe

k. The silence in the room was heavy, suffocating, f

book from his dis

ch. S

e paper was louder than a scream in the quiet r

her. He let it go i

cheek before landing on the duvet. Heda didn't flinch. She

ook as she

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uated more than this in a single second of bad trading. She could burn this check and not fee

ce was gravel, rough from disuse and

igher, layering on the thick twang of the moun

eached out, his fingers digging into her ja

't my wife. You are a shield I bought to keep

urned his back to her, dropping the towel to dress. The muscles i

a m

the tiny black listening device from the edge of the nightstand where it had been placed. With a practiced, silent motion,

links with aggressive precision. The wall of ice

air and threw a garment bag at

back to the Hamp

. Pink. Tweed. Expensive, but on her, it would l

ispered, clutching the

tie. He looked at her reflectio

tever community college you

r eyes. It was Columbia University. Finance. Top of

tavus," s

the door hard enough to

all, Heda's tears stopped. Instantly. It

on full blast to create a wall of white noise. She reached behind the t

It looked like a relic, but the

e keypad. Green code ca

hort Position:

the mirror. The bruise

st night out of your stock pr

uzzed. A te

from the Cayman Islands is sweeping En

flection looked back

It's not u

om the street be

the pink Chanel suit. It was tight in the shoulders. She look

The Oracle was gone.

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