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Trapped By My Ruthless Billionaire Ex

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 868    |    Released on: Today at 11:45

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e a hollowed-out shell. Tubes snaked down his throat and into his arms.

r. He didn't look her in the eye. He ju

tly. "If the funds aren't in the syst

trembled. Fifty thousand dollars.

the hallway, pushing open the hea

one. She scrolled through her contacts, staring at

door at the bottom of th

echoed up the

eap cigar smoke flo

an from the black Range Rover. Two massive men in

k hit the cold concrete wall. Her he

her face. His eyes slowly dragged up and down her body, stripping her n

folded, thick legal document. He tossed it.

civil resti

oth flashing in the dim light. "That's what the judge said your

her voice shaking with rage. "He wa

ck and laughed. The sou

minimum wage is gonna beat

pped instantly.

ed Annette's jaw. His fingers dug into her s

or business. You're smart, you're beautiful, and you owe us. This is a way for you to pay your debt in full. You do

ted. She raised her hands and sho

Annette spat, wiping her ja

es turned

eading to the ICU. "Without my money, he dies lik

fingernails bit into her pal

ping to a deadly whisper. "I would rather borrow from the de

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ammed it into the concrete wal

. A jagged piece of stone sliced across Annette's cheekbone. A th

flinch. She s

touched hers. "You have twenty-four

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oncrete step. She pressed her hands over her face

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twice. A gruff

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letely dead. "I accept the terms. I

rom her cheek, and walked out of the stairwell. She ha

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Trapped By My Ruthless Billionaire Ex
Trapped By My Ruthless Billionaire Ex
“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.”