The Abused Heiress And Her Billionaire Protector

Author: Star Cruiser

Chapter 1

Word Count: 814 | Released on: Today at 11:03

was the first thing she felt, a brutal welcome back to consciousness

was something expensive and foreign, a deep, woody cologne th

s felt disconnected, a dull ache radiating from ever

nst her bare back sent a jolt

ck was

ght fist squeezing the air from he

handelier dripping from the ceiling like a frozen waterfall. T

her head on

air of cool

uscle that tapered down to the crisp white sheet covering his waist. He was brutally handsome, his

know that. All she knew was the te

ape. She scrambled backward, dragging the duvet

his eyes. Only a quie

r voice was a dry

kered to a half-empty glass of

antic and loud, accompanied by a high, shrill

own eyes, the shameless girl,

y. Her adop

ead, the strange room, the man in her bed-it all snapped into p

ng crack, slammed against the inne

f reporters and a few wide-eyed New

d-fire click of camera shutters was like a machine gun, each shot

mask of theatrical grief, but her eyes gl

uld you disgrace our family name like this

dal wave of shame washed over her,

questions wer

y, who is

your rela

e of this affa

ther, launching into a tirade about Alexandrea's rebell

asn't true, but her voice was a ghost, lost i

e chaos, Ace Griff

r out of the room. The frantic energy faltered. The reporters lowered their ca

with a deliberate grace that was utterly at odds with the scene. His gaz

rippling through the room as they tried to place the

s wasn't in her script. The man was supposed to be a nobody, a hired h

pale and tear-streaked. Then he looked back at Ivette, and the corner of his mouth cur

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The Abused Heiress And Her Billionaire Protector

Star Cruiser Romance

“Alexandrea woke up with a splitting headache in a strange hotel bed, terrified to find a brutally handsome, half-naked stranger beside her. Before she could even scream, the door burst open. Her adoptive mother, Ivette, stormed in with a swarm of reporters and flashing cameras. "How could you disgrace our family name like this?" Ivette sobbed, putting on a theatrical performance of a heartbroken mother. It was a setup to completely ruin Alexandrea's reputation in front of New York's elite. For ten years, Alexandrea had lived in a house of horrors. Her back and arms were covered in silvery scars and puckered cigarette burns left by Ivette's vicious abuse. Yet to the public, Ivette had carefully crafted Alexandrea's image as a wild, ungrateful, and manipulative liar. Trapped under the duvet, Alexandrea was drowning in shame, her voice lost in the storm of accusations. She didn't understand why her adoptive family hated her so much, treating her worse than a stray dog while using her brother's future to keep her chained. But what she understood even less was the stranger beside her. Instead of panicking, the man slowly sat up, his presence alone silencing the frantic room. He was Ace Griffith, the billionaire heir who owned half of Manhattan. He wrapped his suit jacket around her trembling shoulders, looked Ivette dead in the eye, and dropped a bomb. "I will be marrying her." Then, he carried Alexandrea away from her ten-year prison, ordering his men to dig up the Terry family's darkest secrets and her true identity.”