No Escape From His Dangerous Love

Author: Rollins Laman

Chapter 1

Word Count: 676 | Released on: Today at 16:25

breath, her fingers gripping the thin fabric of her worn jacket. The la

main door. She needed to slip past them, blending in wi

gh the darkness. The harsh light pinned

her ribs. She instinctively raised a hand to s

ghost. It stopped inches from her knees. Th

Hardie Boone sat in the driver's seat. The faint glow of the dashboa

. Her heels scraped against the pave

s knuckles were white. His dark eyes locked ont

e that vibrated in her chest. "Expl

ed in, suffocating the truth in her throat. If

e past her dry lips. "I'

He took in her cheap, frayed jacket. A humorless

contempt in his tone made it hard

ailored suit. He pulled out a thick, blac

ll this number." It wasn't a

card. Her fingertips brushed against his cold skin. She flinc

m brewed in his eyes, but his expr

up, sealing the

tires gripped the asphalt, kicking u

lights disappeared around the corner.

The Boone family crest was embossed in silver above

e Boones never gave anything without

the rusted sewer

e ripped the thick card i

ght them for a second before they dro

tened her spine and walked toward

hadn't gone far. It sat idling in

the pieces of his card fall into the sewer. His jaw tic

he button on

ing tonight," he ordered

nd Arlene. The bass from the club's sp

r fingernails into her palms, preparing h

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“Arlene was the illegitimate daughter of the wealthy Boone family, treated worse than a stray dog. To keep her meager scholarship, she had to swallow her pride and apologize to the frat boy who tormented her. But he didn't just want an apology. He forced her to drink twenty shots of liquor laced with pure capsaicin extract. "Drink us under the table, or take off your clothes and crawl out." Arlene drank until her stomach tore, vomiting blood and collapsing on the filthy club floor. When she dragged her half-dead body back to the Boone estate, her biological father and half-sister didn't care. Instead, her sister ground Arlene's SAT admission ticket into the dirt with her stiletto. "Throw her out. Dad doesn't want to look at her before Hardie's engagement." The guards threw her onto the gravel, leaving her bleeding and barefoot in the freezing night. Arlene sat shivering at a dark bus stop, her dignity completely stripped away. She never wanted a dime from the Boones, so why did they insist on crushing her only way out? And why did Dr. Hardie Boone, the untouchable head of the family, look at her with such a twisted, terrifying obsession? When Hardie's black Aston Martin pulled out of the shadows, he scooped her up, took her away, and locked her inside his penthouse. "You carry the Boone name. Whether you live or die is my decision." Trapped by the dangerous man who demanded total control over her life, Arlene finally realized that simply running away was no longer an option.”