Trapped By My Ruthless Billionaire Ex

. The back of her thro

him anymore," Annette said. H

nd wrapped around his whiskey glass. His knuckles turned stark whit

his chair scraping lou

eo announced, clapping his hands. "Everyone move

ately pushed h

abbing her purse. "I have court

ed to wa

eight and subtly st

balance completely. She pitched forward, her hip slamm

s gasp ripped from

f the table. But he caught himself just as fast. He froze, his jaw clenching so hard it loo

ver and grabbe

game," Clara begged, pulling her toward t

her hip to fight back. She let Clara dr

spread, his arms resting on the back of the sofa.

gne bottle on the glass co

inst the table with a

een glass neck pointed di

omsmen

her eyes gleaming wi

lready blow through all the cas

atic. Her fingers gripped the edge of the

aring at her, his face complete

Annette

irk. She pointed a manicured fi

ty cup. All of i

int glass. It was filled with a dark, foul-smellin

own liquid. Her heart ha

her fragile physical state would send her int

ve her arms. Sh

smen started counting down, sla

e Annette's skull. The

reached her trembling h

out and snatched the heavy glass

eyes sna

ted his head back and swallowed the massive amount

n't even cough. He just wiped a drop of liquor from hi

unge went com

dark red. Her nails d

pathetic spark of hope ignited in her chest. Her he

urned his head

absolute ice. "I just think this game is boring. I didn

y crushed. A massive wave of humiliation

y spun the b

topped. It pointed

, giggled. "Dare! I dare you to kiss the wo

n the roo

f eyes darted betwe

She pushed her shoulders back, he

e slowly dragged his

on Annette's pal

ne second. Two seco

ike a prisoner standing on the gallow

ned dead. He look

ted," Declan

straight whiskey, and poured himself a penalty shot

drink pure fir

est like a serrated knife. Her psychologica