Pampered By The Possessive Wall Street Titan

The burning suffocation vanished.

Cold leather replaced the scorching heat. Ansley's fingers gripped the steering wheel. She gasped.

The smell of smoke was gone. Damp, freezing air filled her lungs. It smelled like rain and wet asphalt.

Her vision blurred, then snapped into focus. Wiper blades slashed frantically across the windshield. Beyond the glass, a pitch-black road stretched out. Rain hammered the metal roof.

She glanced down. The digital speedometer glowed red. Ninety miles per hour.

She turned her head. A white tulle veil lay on the passenger seat. The silk fabric gleamed in the dashboard light.

The memory hit her. The yacht. The fire. The locked door. His face through the flames, screaming her name as he burned. And now, this. The night she ran away from her wedding.

The invisible steel wire. It was strung across the blind curve ahead.

Less than two hundred feet remained. Her pupils contracted.

Her right foot slammed off the gas pedal. She stomped the brake to the floor.

The silver Porsche fishtailed. Tires shrieked against the slick, wet tarmac. The chassis violently swung sideways.

Ansley gripped the wheel. She counter-steered. Her knuckles turned white.

The car skidded. It stopped. The front bumper hovered ten inches from the reflective guardrail posts.

She slumped back against the leather seat. Sweat soaked her skin. Her chest heaved.

She pushed the driver's side door open. Cold rain instantly drenched her silk dress.

She stumbled out. Her bare feet hit the wet pavement. She walked to the front of the car.

The headlights illuminated the space between the guardrails. A razor-thin steel wire stretched taut across the road. Neck height. Exactly neck height.

If she hadn't braked, that wire would have sliced through the windshield. It would have taken her head off.

She stood there in the rain, staring at her own murder weapon. In her past life, she had died burning. In this one, someone had tried to behead her. The irony was almost exhausting.

In the rearview mirror, blinding high beams flashed. Two shafts of light tore through the rain.

A black, armored Maybach roared closer. It slammed on its brakes right behind her Porsche.

The Maybach's door was shoved open. A tall figure stepped out into the storm.

Elon Vaughn wore a black bespoke suit. His tie was loosened. His eyes were dark, wild, and completely unhinged.

He strode toward Ansley. His leather shoes splashed through the puddles.

He grabbed her wrist. His grip was brutal. It felt like he was going to crush her bones.

"Are you trying to kill yourself to get away from me?" he snarled. "Answer me!"

The rage in his voice was volcanic, but beneath it-raw, bleeding terror. She recognized it instantly. The same terror she had heard in her past life when he found her trapped behind that locked door.

Ansley looked up. She stared at the face of the man who had burned to death trying to save her in her past life. Her eyes reddened.

In her last life, she had screamed at him. Fought him. Called him a monster. Tonight, she did something he had never experienced in all the years he had known her.

She didn't fight him. She didn't scream. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.

Elon's entire body went rigid. His hands froze in mid-air. The rest of his threat died in his throat. He stared down at the top of her head as if she had just performed an impossible magic trick.

"What-" his voice cracked. "What are you doing?"

She buried her face in his soaked chest. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Her voice shook. "I'm sorry for everything."

Elon looked down. He stared at the trembling woman in his arms. Pure shock crossed his face. His hands, still suspended in the air, slowly-almost fearfully-lowered onto her back. He held her like she might shatter.

"You've never apologized to me," he said hoarsely. "Not once. In three years."

In the distance, the faint hum of another engine cut through the storm. Ansley knew that sound. Jaydin was coming to check if she was dead.

Ansley lifted her head. The vulnerability vanished from her eyes, replaced by something cold and lethal. She grabbed Elon's hand and pointed toward the front of the Porsche.

"Someone set a trap to kill me," she said. "And I know exactly who sent them."

Ansley pulled Elon back. They stepped into the deep shadow beside the Porsche. The approaching headlights swept past them.

A dark gray Range Rover slowed down. It parked directly behind the Maybach.

The driver's side window rolled down. Jaydin leaned his head out. He squinted into the rain, looking for a wrecked car at the bottom of the cliff.

Ansley lowered her voice. "Heidi sent him."

Elon's eyes darkened. A suffocating, murderous aura radiated from him. He shifted his weight, ready to step out.

Ansley pressed her hand flat against his chest. She shook her head. "I have a better plan."

She ran her fingers through her hair, tangling it. She rubbed wet mud onto the hem of her silk dress. She let her shoulders slump.

She took a deep breath. She stumbled out of the shadows and walked toward the Range Rover. "Help!" she cried out.

Jaydin saw her. His eyes widened in absolute shock. He froze for a split second.

He quickly masked his face with fake concern. He pushed the door open, grabbed an umbrella, and hurried toward her.

"Ansley! What happened? Why are you stopped here?" He reached out to grab her arm.

Ansley subtly stepped back. She pointed toward the dark curve ahead. Her hand trembled perfectly.

"My contact lens fell out," she stammered. "I can't see the road. Can you go check the front of the car for me? I think I hit something. "

Jaydin's eyes gleamed. He thought she hadn't seen the wire yet. He planned to walk her right into it.

He nodded eagerly. He walked past her, heading straight for the front of the Porsche. He didn't look down. He was too busy grinning at the thought of her walking into the trap he had helped set.

He took another step. His chest slammed into the taut steel wire-the same wire, still strung at neck height.

He screamed. The impact caught him square across the sternum. His body whipped backward, his feet flying out from under him. He crashed onto the flooded asphalt, the back of his skull cracking against the wet ground.

The wire had been rigged to kill a driver at ninety miles an hour. Against a walking man, it didn't decapitate-it clotheslined him with brutal, bone-jarring force. A dark, angry welt bloomed instantly across his upper chest, the steel's edge tearing through his shirt as if the fabric were tissue paper.

Ansley stood five feet away. The fragile act vanished. A mocking smirk touched her lips.

Jaydin clutched his bleeding chest. He groaned and looked up. He saw the absolute ice in Ansley's eyes.

"You-" he gasped, his voice ragged with pain and dawning terror. "You knew. You knew the wire was there."

Ansley tilted her head. "You helped Heidi string a murder weapon across a highway. Did you think I'd just let you walk away?"

Elon stepped out of the shadows. His heavy footsteps splashed in the water. He looked down at Jaydin like he was looking at a corpse.

Jaydin stared at the Wall Street titan. The blood drained from his face. He started shaking uncontrollably.

Elon pulled out his phone. He dialed a number. "Lock down this highway. Now. And send a team to secure the man bleeding by the Porsche. I want him alive for questioning."

Ansley turned around. She walked to the Porsche, reached behind the rearview mirror, and pulled out the dashcam memory card-the one that had captured every detail of Heidi and Jaydin stringing the wire.

She clenched the tiny plastic square in her fist. The first piece of evidence. "You're going to help me take her down," she said, not even looking back at Jaydin. "Every detail. Every meeting. Every text. And when I'm done with Heidi, maybe-just maybe-the police won't find that dashcam footage."

A low groan sounded behind her. Elon swayed.

Ansley spun around. Elon was clutching his chest. His face was ashen.

His knees buckled. He pitched forward. Ansley lunged and caught his massive frame.

Her hands hit his chest. He was covered in cold sweat. The old injury.

"Elon!" she shouted. "Stay awake!"

Ansley dragged Elon's unconscious body into the backseat of the Maybach. She grabbed the forgotten white tulle veil from the Porsche's passenger seat and shoved it under his head as a makeshift pillow. She slammed the door and got into the driver's seat.

She hit the ignition. The armored car tore through the storm like a black panther, speeding straight toward Manhattan.

She steered with one hand. Her other hand gripped Elon's freezing fingers. Tears slid silently down her cheeks.

She pulled into the VIP emergency lane at Mount Sinai Hospital. A medical team was already waiting.

They hauled Elon onto a stretcher. Ansley followed them, her dress dripping water onto the pristine floor.

The emergency room doors swung shut. Ansley leaned against the cold wall. She pulled the memory card from her pocket.

She pulled out her phone. She uploaded the raw footage to an encrypted cloud server. She hesitated for a fraction of a second, her thumb hovering over the screen, before dialing the Montgomery estate. Whatever game they were playing, they needed to know their prized billionaire connection was currently bleeding out on a hospital bed.

The elevator at the end of the hall dinged. Rapid footsteps echoed on the tiles.

Everet Montgomery marched down the hall in a trench coat over his pajamas. Gladis followed, looking frantic.

Heidi walked between them. Her eyes were red. She clutched a tissue.

Gladis saw Ansley's mud-stained dress. She lunged forward and grabbed Ansley's shoulders. "Do you have any idea what you've done? The Vaughn family lawyers are already calling. The press is circling like vultures. You've humiliated us on a global scale!"

Everet's face was purple with rage. "We sent you to that Texas farm to learn some humility, and you come back worse than before. A complete disaster. A feral animal in a wedding dress."

"Do you even understand what you've thrown away?" Gladis shook her head. "A Vaughn. You ran from a Vaughn. Girls would kill for what you threw in the trash tonight."

Heidi stepped forward. She reached out to hold Ansley's hand. Tears spilled down her cheeks.

"As long as you're safe, Ansley," Heidi sobbed. "I don't care about the scandal. I'll go beg the press to cover up the wedding mess. I'll do whatever it takes to protect this family."

Ansley slapped Heidi's hand away. She looked at her adopted sister like she was a piece of trash. "Protect the family? Is that what you call stringing a steel wire across a highway?"

Heidi's eyes flickered-just for a millisecond-before she masked it with confusion. "What are you talking about? I've been at the estate all night."

Ansley stared straight at her father. "Did you even ask if I almost died on that road tonight?"

Everet scoffed. "You're standing here, aren't you? More drama to cover up your tantrum. I don't have time for this."

Heidi wiped her eyes. "She's just scared Mr. Vaughn will punish her for running, Dad. She's making up stories to avoid the consequences."

Gladis shook her head. "You've always been like this, Ansley. Making yourself the victim when you're the one who caused the problem. It breaks my heart."

The last shred of hope in Ansley's chest died. These people had raised her. They were supposed to love her. And not one of them had asked if she was hurt. Not one.

She let out a cold, hollow laugh. "You know what? I'm done hoping any of you will ever see the truth. So let me show it to you."

She unlocked her phone, ready to play the video. The emergency room doors opened.

The lead surgeon stepped out. "Mr. Vaughn is stable. We've moved him to the penthouse suite."

Everet immediately put on a fawning smile. "Excellent. We'll go in and discuss the merger immediately."

The surgeon shook his head. "He just woke up. He is extremely volatile. No visitors."

Heidi bit her lip. "I'll go try. Mr. Vaughn and I have always gotten along. Maybe he'll see me for the family's sake." She made her voice sound sweet and innocent, stepping forward as if she had a personal connection with the man who barely knew she existed.

She walked toward the suite doors. The heavy oak door was violently yanked open from the inside.

Elon's chief assistant stepped out. He blocked Heidi's path completely. His gaze swept over her like she was an obstacle to be removed.

The assistant looked right past Heidi. He locked eyes with Ansley and bowed slightly.

"Based on Mr. Vaughn's standard security protocol and current condition," the assistant announced loudly, blocking the path with his imposing frame. "No one steps foot in that room unless cleared as immediate family. Currently, only his fiancée, Miss Ansley, meets that requirement."

Heidi's sweet smile froze on her face. Her hands, still clasped in a gesture of innocence, went rigid. The assistant hadn't just blocked her-he had publicly declared exactly who mattered in this hospital and who didn't.