The Captive Runaway Wife Of The Billionaire

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l office hummed overhead, their monotonous buzz echoing deep within her mind. Her stomach churned, a sharp, unbearable pain shoot

h. The sharp, metallic clink echoed in the sterile room, a sound more com

orn countertop. His attention was split, diverted by a shouting match erupting at the next wi

th and the faint, cloying scent of her father's desperation. This was it. The end of her life as she knew it. For a business

suit stepped up to the counter. His cologne, a clean, sharp scent of sandalwood and leather, cut through the ro

as a hard, clenched line. He signed his name with three quick, aggressive strokes of a

y rubber stamp onto the document. The thud echoed lik

r gaze caught the name next to hers. S

er heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic, trapped bird. She reached for the paper, her fingertips just brush

n of a second. There was no recognition, no curiosity, just a cold, dismissive assessment b

e life he had just legally bound himself to, and walked toward the exit

fingers digging into Cayla's arm like

g," she stammered, her mind reeli

the building, the bright afternoon light blinding her. He shoved her into the back of a w

ation. It pulled up to the grand entrance of The Plaza Hotel. The engine idled, a low

s glances of tourists and businessmen, and into a gilded

ice flat. "He's ready to finalize th

f her reluctant footsteps, swallowing any evidence of her passage. Richard stopped in front of suite 4A.

ammed shut

lt clicked

The air was thick with the smell of strong whiskey an

toned silk robe. His small, piggy eyes raked over her

d, a wet, predatory smile

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raped against her back. Cayla turned her head, the stench of him making her gag, as his wet mouth aime

Your daddy already cashed the check. Ten million dollars for

r than his hands. Sold.

tive statue, solid and unforgiving. The cold metal seemed to leech

ess. He ripped it. The sound of tearing fab

was

swung the brass statue with all her might. The heavy ba

d backward. He clutched his temple, his eyes wide w

a loud, ringing clang. Her chest heaved, sucking in air

a string of violent curses. He lunged a

The heel of her shoe struck his knee. He ho

feet silent on the plush wool, her only thought to find a place to hide, a place to

r her shoulder, seeing the open door of suite 4A, a dark mouth in the dim corridor.She

. The impact knocked the wind out of her, a painf

ng her, keeping her from crumpling to the floor. Th

on. Cold, gray eyes stared down at her. T