Billionaire bargain

The Introduction

Chapter two

The introduction

Just as Clinton was about to rip off my clothes, his phone started ringing. The mean, cruel look on his face immediately went away as he answered the call.

"One moment," he said shortly, then walked out of the room, leaving me alone and afraid of what would happen when he came back.

A few minutes later, Clinton returned. But now he had a big frown on his face instead of the cruel smile from before.

"A woman will come see you," he stated plainly. "Do everything she tells you without arguing."

I felt relieved. Whatever the phone call was about seemed to have stopped his awful plans, at least for now. A break, even if small, from the terrible things he wanted to do to me.

Soon, an elderly woman entered followed by two younger women carrying bags of clothes and supplies. The older woman looked very proper and confident, not at all like my own messy, scared appearance.

"Get ready," she instructed me briskly but politely. "Mr. Jorge wants you groomed for tomorrow - hair, nails, everything to look presentable."

The way she called him "Mr. Jorge" made me uneasy. Clearly, getting me ready to look nice was a normal task for the staff here. I was just an object they had to pretty up for their boss's desires.

I did as they said while they worked on me like a doll. They stripped me, examined me, fixed my hair, painted my face, and dressed me up in fancy lingerie that highlighted my body. I had no say in any of it.

When finished, I looked made up like a prize to be shown off hair perfected, face covered in make up, nails shaped like claws. The tight lingerie left no doubt I existed solely as a s****l object.

"That's sufficient," the woman stated once her assistants stepped away. "You'll receive instructions in the morning."

Her words made it final - I had been transformed into Clinton Jorge's beautiful possession, ready to serve his next twisted purpose.

I could only sit there, no longer myself, as the women left having completed their task. Alone again, awaiting whatever depraved role my new owner had planned next for his newly fashioned object of desire.

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The next morning, I impeccably dressed in a suit and took to George Enterprises, a high-rise company. We easily bypassed security and were treated as the most important attendant on Clinton’s business for the day.

We went straight to Clinton's office. When I arrived, he quickly forced me around so he could make eye contact. "Don't you dare spoil this for me," he warned sharply, though his face was then revealed by a broad, unsettling smile, as if he hadn't just issued a thinly veiled threat

The council chamber was filled with tightly dressed officials and advisers who looked at me with a mixture of admiration and contempt as Mrs. Clinton led me in, and I cringed a little at their prying eyes.

"Gentlemen," Clinton declared , placing her hand on the small of my back. "I want you all to meet Sophia who will represent the interests of the family in accordance with the succession plan we discussed."

murmurs and scorn rippled through the assembled group. A heavy, voice spoke from the end of the table.

"With all due respect, Clinton, this is highly unusual. We're bringing in some...alien as a figure heir? It's pretty obvious what you're kidding about, and it doesn't seem fair-" ."

Clinton cut him o

His hand went up to grasp my shoulder in a way that felt more like a sign of ownership than a reassurance. "Any further objections can be submitted through appropriate channels and summarily reviewed. Then you all would do well to recognize her rights as my...wife."

The temperature in the room seemed to quiet when Clinton made the announcement. I couldn’t meet everyone’s eyes, and I realized that my situation had turned into far more of a calculated power play than I had imagined.

Before the crisis could escalate, the doors of the boardroom were opened again, admitting a tall, athletic man with a barely contained temper.

"There you are repeating another down handed move!" He yelled at Clinton and didn’t acknowledge the rest of the room.

Clinton's face tightened as he turned to the man. "Marcus. I could have predicted your anger over this."

From the look on their faces he look apparently like Clinton's brother based on their resemblance.

Marcus rolled over with a twinkle in his eye. "Don't play innocent. This little bridal stunt is just your latest plan to get an heir and cut me off!"

Shock and murmurs went through the gathered elders as a family dispute unfolded before them. Despite the harsh accusations from his brother, Clinton maintained an icy silence.

"What I do to sustain our heritage is my right," he said bluntly. "Your childhood jealousy and resentment don't get involved."

Marcus shook his head and laughed loudly. "You are completely deluded to think that this office poppet will be recognized as your anointed heir over me. I am taking control of the company, whether you like it or not."

"Like hell you will!" Clinton's booming voice tore through the room with clear threat . "This is my company , my empire and it will be my flesh and blood possession, no matter what tricks it takes."

The brothers were completely out for each other, and the loud screams between them raised the hairs on the back of my neck. It had become a deep conflict that could easily explode into unpredictable violence.

Narrowing my eyes a little, i rolled it over to see the people around . But it was clear that other men present were too afraid to stop this conflict . Myself was completely in the crosshairs of these two alpha male fighting over the spoils of a great corporate state.

Clinton’s hand pressed against my shoulder , his message very clear. “She’s mine and you can do absolutely nothing “

Now, I was a valuable possession that he would fiercely protect in his battle against the pain to keep control over everything even his own family. Despite how tough the situation was, I had to run away from being his forced "wife."