Trapped By My Ruthless Billionaire Ex

Chapter 3

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ot up from

lass tipped over and shattered against the floor. The sh

dy m

feet. She stared straight into Declan'

raspy but violently steady. "I don't reg

it the room

eyes vanished. It was instantly re

ked the co

ched against the floor, sli

air on Annette's arms stand up. He didn't say a word. He turned his back a

ure murder. She grabbed her de

osphere was c

ily, and walked toward the front

o a small, private alcove near the coat check.

She slid down the wall and hit the floor, burying her f

and handed her a gla

ra asked, her voice tight.

. "I'm tired of being looke

hone out of her purse and tapped th

front page of the W

k letters: Declan Carter Assumes F

ispered. "His net worth is a number normal people can't even comprehend. He owns half t

read the words 'corporate acquisit

al reminder. She had destroyed her own life, her own reputation, just to ma

him this throne

way. She forced her face i

ng to do with m

r of Annette's dress. She sighed

fix my makeup," Annette said, p

s completely empty. The dim yellow wall scon

e reached into the deep pocket of her coat and pu

nd swallowed them dry. The pills were large and chalky, scratching her throat as she forced them down. A w

cold draft h

y metal fire door creaked open. T

e heavy air inside the restau

rd the door and

ere were no streetlights here. Only the faint, bleeding neon colors f

ace. She closed her eye

ssive, muscular arm shot out

ed around her wais

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Trapped By My Ruthless Billionaire Ex

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“Five years ago, I ruined my own reputation and pretended to sell myself to a wealthy old man, all to protect my boyfriend Declan's future. Now, he is a ruthless billionaire who controls half of Manhattan, and we unexpectedly reunited at our best friends' wedding rehearsal. But he didn't know the truth. He looked at my cheap, frayed dress with absolute disgust and allowed the wealthy guests to brutally humiliate me. "Where is that rich old man you left Declan for? Did he finally kick you to the curb?" Declan just watched me with dead eyes, watching me squirm while I secretly suffered from severe physical withdrawals. He even cornered me in a freezing alley, kissing me violently before threatening to make me wish I was dead if I didn't get out of his city. Meanwhile, my real life was a living hell. My father was dying in the ICU, his life support about to be cut off by noon, and a ruthless gang was extorting me for three million dollars over a murder my father was framed for. I bought Declan his billionaire throne with my blood, my health, and my future. I swallowed dry pills just to survive the day. Why did my ultimate sacrifice only bring me endless torment and his absolute hatred? Realizing that staying in his orbit would only lead to my death, I borrowed money from a dangerous loan shark to save my father, sent a final email resigning from the bridal party, and completely vanished from Declan's life.”