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Healed By The Ruthless Billionaire's Touch

Chapter 6

Word Count: 725 | Released on: Today at 13:40

away from hers. He was b

knees. He stood up in one fluid motion, lifti

inst his shoulder. The ro

hallway and kicked the bedr

o the center of the m

ck mattress. A dizzying wav

Josephus followed her down.

bone, his teeth scraping a

k. His thumb brushed against her left che

As his hand cupped her jaw, the heavy, rare-earth all

body viole

un. The absolute terror of being exposed

sted her head awa

tly over the left side of her face. She curled her kn

, his chest heaving. Frustration and d

cracked, raw and pathetic in the qui

er eyes shut.

ord-monster-h

ike a physical bl

ttered. A violent flashba

d of a collapsing roof. He saw a

his heart. It was a phantom pai

emporarily overrode the c

lled across the bed, illuminating

rly, but he had felt the ruin

He felt an overwhelming,

ts were no longer violent.

rge, warm hands a

ut, terrified of the rejec

ed. His voice was a de

ay from her face, pressing her wrists in

he dark, jagged lin

lowered

rectly against the ugl

n, staring blindly at the ceiling. Her heart

e skin, a bizarre, electric se

t was a microscop

signature generated by the alloy and the unique, high-frequency bio-electric field his body emitted-a

tortured Abigail for years suddenly vanish

iquid relief washed t

ent, chaotic energy of the drug in his system

yes were dark, clear, and

r," he whispered roug

rs spilled over her eyelashes, trac

from her muscles.

s time, there was no violence. Only a deep, c

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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.”