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Trapped By My Ruthless Billionaire Ex

Chapter 7

Word Count: 741 | Released on: Today at 11:45

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cubicle wall and handed her

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d up, locked her office door

lack briefcase from the very bottom of her fili

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crime scene photos, and trial transcripts. It was the co

as, the victim's wife. She pinned it to th

ggressive line connecting Beth's face to

with the witnesses to buy their testimony. But she

hone vibrated violen

ard around to hide the photos. She

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ed. "Clara? W

his morning. If we divorce, I get nothing. No shares in the trust.

listen to me. Do not sign anything. Let me rea

we used to go to in Williamsburg.

uldn't leave her best friend alone in a dangerous B

re. I'm coming,

ench coat and ran

drizzle. It took Annette three different subw

eavy, rotting wooden

physical wall. Heavy metal music blasted from the blown

it only by flickeri

ather-clad bikers and drunk college st

table in the darkest corner of

bbed Clara's wrist and pried

ving right now," Annette o

away. "No! I'm not marrying a m

feet, a massive shadow fell over the

e look

completely out of place in a bespoke,

of destruction standi

y eyes sweeping over her wet hair

th curled into a crue

d, his voice cutting through the

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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.”