Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire Husband

tly against the gravel drivew

ey shoved the door open. She stumbled out into the col

marble floor. Arthur, the butler, stood at the bottom of

lings. "Prepare the guest room at the absolute end of the e

He gave a slight bow

essage from Benton was paused

s weak but razor-sharp. "If the staff reports that you two are sleeping in sep

en, her chest tightening with a suffocating rag

it!" she screamed

t, which reeked of the club's stale alcohol, and handed it to a mai

so only she could hear. "If you want your

lood. She had no choice. She turned and stomp

room was massive, decorated in Haiden's cold

he shower on scalding hot. She stood under the spray until her skin turned red, t

epped out, wrapped tightly

window, his laptop balanced on his knees. He was t

nked out a spare duvet, and threw it a

ng here," s

second. He didn't look up. "Suit yourself. But you will be

a cocoon and turned her back to him, staring at the

houlder, dripping with venom. "Is that why you're so mad? Because

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oom became thick, he

ap. He stood up. Finley heard his slow

dow of his broad shoulders

to a lethal, freezing pitch. "There are things you do

the duvet tighter around her neck, squeezing

ue grandfather clock in

nally evened out. She was

ed bed. He threw off the covers and w

minating her face. She looked exhausted, the h

t from the shattered glass had scabbed over,

A flash of raw, painful

d kit. He knelt on the floor beside the sofa. His massive han

ed it to

sleep, her leg twitchi

and blew softly on the wound, cooling the burni

ed her effortlessly from the sofa. He carried her to the bed and la

ightstand lit up. It vibrate

t could make a sound. The c

quickly out to the balcony, slid

den said, hi

"Clara is crashing. We need you to sign the e

tightened until his knuckle

inley sleeping peacefully in his bed. He gra