Pregnant And Fleeing The Ruthless Billionaire

stark stripe across the enormous bed. Jodi Holden woke to the familiar emptiness b

e. Only the evidenc

loor. He had torn the strap last night. A small, violent g

the. The screen was dark. No messages. No missed calls. Only the silent,

n. The habit was ingrained, a desperate rea

her inbox. The sender was not Armand.

ld her

s. She typed the password she had been forced

on. Only a digital signature for an electronic ke

is was it. He was finally moving her out, installing h

t, her phone vibrated with a text message

had been credited wi

le floor. The amount was too large. This was not an allowance. It fe

and did something she hadn't done in over a year. She dialed Armand's pri

almost hear the impatient sigh with which he would answer

od

stant. Carrying the imp

ress the clawing panic inside her. "I receiv

se. "

mean?" she asked, her qu

ruelest sound she had ever heard. "A reward," he said, his voice

d to crystallize in her veins. Her compliance had be

ed, the word bitter

to the office," he said, his impatience bleedin

. He had no idea she was choking on the humiliation. He had just, with s

ath. The air was thin an

ded th

have been filed under "difficult." Any emotion wou

the floor. New York City sprawled beneath her, a glitterin

ct, compliant lover. So perfect, so complia

le marks on her neck-ghosts of his possession. For the

They were gilded handcuffs. They were a gag

. She needed a distraction. Work. Anything to silence

nancial section pushed

tapped it open. Her heart di

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lurry photo accompanied it-Armand at some gala in Monaco, his head

nt, everything c

. The money.

erasing the evidence. Clearing the s

en, soundless. A tear traced a hot path

knew, with a certainty that chilled her to the marrow, tha