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Fleeing From My Possessive Billionaire Ex

Fleeing From My Possessive Billionaire Ex

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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1061    |    Released on: 22/06/2026

through the gap in

ity. A sharp pain pulsed behind her eyes, a fam

ets wer

ver justify. Egyptian cotton. The scent in the air was also wrong. Sandalwood and somet

art st

st her ribs, a frantic

room came into focus. Minimalist, gray and chrome, with a floor-to-ceiling w

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water, she turned her head on

as t

evealing the sharp lines of his chest and shoulders. His dark hair was slightly messy, and his u

night before

and, warm and firm, closing around her wrist. His voice, a low rumble

it had nothing to do with the alcohol.

e ye

proving she could stand on her own. All of it

to get o

gly slow. She slid her legs over the side of the bed, her feet searchi

he polished wood when his v

e you goi

held the same authority that commande

muscle in her body screaming. She

r he was sitting up. The wei

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She snatched it, her hands shaking as she tried to pull it on. It was a simple black sheath dress,

r was in

wisted, her shoulder aching in protest, but it was useless. A f

ehind her. His scent enveloped

d he

, almost detached, wh

you, Mr.

the chasm that now lay between them. She continued

r traced its way down her spine. His touch was light, almost clin

ulled it up. His knuckles grazed her s

ears," she said, her voice tremb

a glass from the nightstand. The sound of him drinking, the slight moveme

n. "If you walk out of here looking like that, building security

in closet. An entire wall of dark, polished

this was?" he asked, h

wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his

intent on escape. His hand shot out, gra

lian." The words

y, taking a step back. He crossed his arms over his chest, his expression unreadable, watch

rned and fled, pulling the bedroom door open and pra

platter of pastries on the marble island of the k

kind smile spread across her face. A s

r tone perfectly respectful. "The master asked me

coffee and baked blueberries filled the air. It was

as tr

a silent observer to her public humiliation. His gray eyes were deep, unreadab

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