The Captive Heiress: Trapped By Him

phone against Carley Holman's pa

ped so tightly in her other hand that her knuckles were entirely white. The automated voice o

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n her gut. She had just turned the phone on ten seconds ago. She

ng instantly too tight. She swiped the green

ad. I

rough the line. It wasn't a greeting. It was a statement of ow

to press in on her. "Dad, I actually have a place lined

er that always made her throat close up. "What place is better than home? Martha h

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it," Sterling ordered. "Do

ne wen

weight pressing down on her shoulders. Her grand plan for independence, her desperate need to stay away from the

wheels of her suitcase dragged he

familiar face broke through the crowd. Clara Bishop was jumping up and do

ut of her. "You made it! Are you ready for freedom? The ap

limply at her sides. She shook her head, a

" Carley

smile vanishing. "What

r of her chest, trying to ease the sudden ache.

anger. "How can they do that? You are twenty-four

ing is," Carley sai

voice to a harsh whisper. "What about

s. Carley's blood ran cold. The tips of her fingers went num

said, her voice shaki

n Carley's rigid shoulder. "Looks like you lo

an standing near the curb. He wore a pristine

d bowed his head slightly. "Miss Holman. Welcome home. Mr. and

like a needle sli

er wrist. Carley squeezed once, a silent plea. Fighting Hank meant fighting

tight. "Can you handle the apartment agent f

ll handle it. Just... protect yourself,

et go of Clara's han

incoln Navigator sat idling. He opened the heavy rear door. The silver Newton family

nt of expensive leather and chemical

mmed shut, s

dow at the blurring city skyline. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She wasn't going ho