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Healed By The Ruthless Billionaire's Touch

Chapter 3

Word Count: 645 | Released on: Today at 13:40

d the Dolby Theatre i

ed like strobe lights

he second tier. The lights in

gown. Her dark hair was swept to the left

d down at

a glittering, custom-made dress. Preston had his arm wrapped pro

The television ratings

ed up to the microph

d for Best Actress

ting on her knees. The blue light i

the en

amlessly hijacked the control room's mainfr

sive LED screen split into fo

's turn, the screen

of static ripped through

ed. People shifte

s were screaming, slamming their

had frozen the

nt black for a fr

rity footage from Preston's of

the screen. Naked. Tangled t

io was

scarred, ugly bitch play

ugh the Dolby Theatre's sta

ilent. Two thousand people stoppe

e room e

and shouts tore

lai's face. She looked like a corpse. She threw her ha

urple with rage. He pointed at the stage,

away from the stage. The red recording

ed against her leg. Tw

She watched the absolute

te of champagne from the si

ndlessly. PR executives,

the phone to

late. The paparazzi had already swarmed the front row,

ulled the connector cable out an

p. She didn

the VIP box and walked dow

k alley of the theater. The

nt. Instead, a hollow, gaping

ike of pain shot thr

scar screamed. It was a b

and over her face, leaning her we

y. She needed to numb thi

ead and looked a

Hotel loomed aga

around her shoulders and wal

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Healed By The Ruthless Billionaire's Touch

Katie Oettgen Billionaires

“I secured the lifeline investment for my fiancé's company and went to his office to surprise him. Instead, I caught Preston sleeping with his top actress-the woman he publicly claimed as his stepsister. Through the cracked door, I heard him call me his "scarred, ugly bitch shield" to hide their sickening affair. I didn't cry. I hacked the live broadcast of the Star Awards and played their sex tape to two thousand people. But that night, drunk and reeling from the agonizing nerve pain in my facial scar, I stumbled into the wrong hotel penthouse. I was pinned down by a drugged billionaire, Josephus Hodges. The next morning, he left me a million-dollar check and a Plan B pill. When he later tracked me down to offer a cold, calculated fake marriage just to absorb Preston's ruined empire, I threw the contract at his chest and told him to go to hell. But when I got home and looked in the mirror, the chronic, burning torture in my scar was completely gone. His touch during that terrifying night had somehow cured the agony that had ruined my life. I had just declared war on the only man on earth who could heal me. Just then, my ruined ex-fiancé called, begging me to save him with a PR press conference. "I'll do it, but I control the venue." I booked it at Josephus's heavily guarded hotel. I was going to slaughter my ex on live television, and force the apex predator to look at me again.”