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The Abused Heiress And Her Billionaire Protector

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 601    |    Released on: Today at 11:03

d shut, sealing them in a s

fearful wreck of what it had been moments before. "Mr. Grif

ion flat and cold. "Do I need

er last resort. "She's not worthy of you! She's a manipulative

malice. "You think you can escape me by latching

tighter around herself. She lowered her head, lettin

n?" he cut in, his voice dangerously soft.

ath caught i

her daughter has potentially been assaulted, is not to call the police, not to offer comfort, but to bring report

ly truth beneath her maternal act. Ivette wa

mall under the weight of Ivette's cruelty, contrasted so sharply with the viciousness of her accuser. He didn't need to know her story to s

ind of torment. The girl trembling under his jacket was a victim

girl with her head bowed, and his expre

. He was going to have this gir

or argument. "From this day forward, Alexandrea is my

met his eyes. They were completely devoid of emotion, as cold and final as

ful glare before turning and fleei

ey were

as different. It was heav

her head. Her eyes, red-

" she asked, her voice barely a w

wn, bringing himself to her eye level. The unexpe

hers. "I want exactly what I said," he stated, hi

sal. It was a dec

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The Abused Heiress And Her Billionaire Protector
The Abused Heiress And Her Billionaire Protector
“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.”