Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire Husband

e. She shoved a pair of oversized Tom Ford sunglasses over her swollen, re

the layout from the night her grandfather was admitted. She by

ummed upward. The sterile smell of bleach and rubbing

ors sl

long, quiet corridor, two of Haiden's ma

One of the bodyguards turned to ask the nurse

hall, grabbed the heavy metal handle of Room 16

ainst the wall with

in the ro

, her phone raised high, th

e, her skin almost translucent beneath the harsh fluo

ped tightly around Clara's frail fingers. His other hand was res

tragic fami

ping with acid. She stepped further into the r

crambled backward, hiding behind Haiden's long legs, b

nstantly. He spun around, shi

ack holes of pure, murderous rage. "Get out

ed closer to the bed, shoving

"What kind of pathetic tricks did you

She reached up with trembling hands, try

wet, tearing sound. The heart monitor beside the bed inst

n sna

could react. He snatched the phone out of her

pieces, glass and plastic

the bed, her hands outstretched, trying t

of his massive arms around her waist, locking h

ashed wildly, kicking b

eo screamed, sobbing hy

inley's sanity. She twisted her upper body a

until she t

his grip didn't loosen a single millimet

ared at the bodyguards stand

to the room, pushing past them to get to

kward out of the room. He kicked open the door to an emp

ngled mess, her chest heaving as she gasped for air.

t the wood, his chest rising and falling heavily. Blood seeped

haustion and despair

trying to force the words through his anger. "Leo i

ack and laughed. It was

reamed, pointing at the door.

heaved as the panic rapidly morphed into a wild, hysterical anger. "You destroyed the evidence!" she shrieked, pointing a shaking finger at him. "

is jaw. He realized then that she was completel

e exhaustion was gone. Only

ice dropping to a terrifying whisper, "I will dismantle Bl

ne at the absolute certainty in his

Finley spat, lifting her chin.

door, and ran down the hallway, lea