Collateral Bride

PROLOGUE – THE PRICE OF BLOOD

The first time Kimberly Moore realized her father didn’t love her, she was eight years old.

Charles Moore had dragged her out of bed in the middle of a stormy night, tossed her into the rain-soaked courtyard, and told her to “stand until you stop crying.” She remembered the cold. The thunder. The way he looked at her—not as a daughter, but as a burden.

Years later, she still woke up drenched in sweat from the memory.

But nothing compared to tonight.

Charles’s voice was calm as he poured himself a drink in the gilded office of Moore Holdings. The glow from the amber liquid danced against his sharp, unyielding features. “Kimberly,” he said, not looking at her. “You will marry into the Pierre family.”

Her blood ran cold. “What?”

“This isn’t a request,” he said flatly. “It’s collateral. The Pierres will save Moore Holdings, and in return, you will be Jake’s wife.”

Collateral. The word hit harder than a slap.

Kimberly’s hands shook, her throat tightening as she searched her father’s face for any hint of mercy. But Charles didn’t flinch. If anything, his expression hardened, like this was the moment he’d been waiting for.

“You can’t do this to me,” she whispered.

“I can,” he replied, finally meeting her eyes. “And I will. You’ve always been—different. You were never like my sons. Too soft. Too weak. This way, at least, you’ll be useful.”

The truth pierced deeper than the command. She wasn’t his daughter in the way that mattered. She was a piece to be bartered. A flaw to be erased from his empire.

But the Pierres weren’t saviors. Everyone in New York knew what lurked beneath their polished empire—the shadows of Valemont Company, whispered to be a front for something darker. Their wealth was built on blood, their empire carved with silence and steel.

And Jake Pierre… Kimberly had seen him once, across a glittering gala floor. Cold. Remote. A man whose eyes gave nothing and promised nothing. A man who didn’t need love—only loyalty.

Her father’s voice pulled her back. “If you fail, don’t think you’ll come crawling back here. From tonight forward, you are theirs, not mine.”

The words sealed her fate.

Kimberly wanted to scream, to fight, but she stood frozen. Somewhere deep down, she understood this wasn’t the beginning of her fall. It was the end of a childhood that had never truly been hers.

As she was led out of the mansion and into the night, her chest burned with a vow she didn’t dare speak aloud:

One day, I won’t just survive this life. I’ll own it. And when that day comes, Father, you’ll regret ever underestimating me.

The storm outside roared as the car doors closed, carrying her away from Moore Holdings—away from the only life she’d known, and straight into the gilded cage of the Pierres.

What Kimberly didn’t know was that this cage would break her, remake her, and one day crown her.