Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire Captor

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led the rear door open. A pair of polished, c

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mble backward. A flicker of frustration crossed hi

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d, took a step forward to su

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the grand spiral staircase. Every step he t

s head slightly, his peripheral vision

echoing down the stairs. "Do not step foot ou

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his hand bulged as he gripped the wooden banist

n the second-floor corridor, and sla

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wood until she hit the floor. She pulled her knees to her chest, buried her f