Trapped By My Ruthless Billionaire Ex

ched Lincoln Town Car. The rain ha

urant, her manicured fingers tapping anxiou

pushed open. D

rman holding out a massive black umbrella. He ju

ace. His expression was hollow, violent, and completely is

glass so hard th

apped back to a thund

rom the Carter estate manager. She reme

zone. Priceless antique vases were shattered i

was barefoot. He was standing on a carpet of jagged gla

a video. It was the security footage Annette had faked-foot

e hit the wall. He had thrown himself against the floor-to-ceiling wind

ter family had to hire a private medical team to hook him up to IV bags just t

rooklyn had almost killed t

ut of the memory. She took a dee

er private i

ra ordered, her voice cold and sharp. "A

elf together. She walked to the coat check, grabbed her

er her, holdin

ry about tonight," Leo sai

o a painful, fake smile. "It's fine, Leo. I'll

walked into the

three blocks south, her shoes squishing with c

eyes. She walked straight to the cosmetics aisle an

her hands shaking as she dabbed the thick paste o

ne vibrated viole

ecific 1-800 number. It was the direct line

he swiped the screen, pres

rate drop?" Annette asked,

can no longer sustain his care in our private ICU. If payment isn't received, we wil

he leaned her weight again

ling over her eyelashes. "Please, give me th

morning,

dial tone buzzed in Anne

ld glass of the pharmacy window, staring out at the dark, wet

the shadows of an alley, a bl

de window rolle

driver's seat. He chewed on a cheap cigar. His dark, predatory ey