Trapped By The Billionaire Doctor's Debt

hotel suite. Heavy blackout curtains swallowed the morning

cked in a sharp, ragged breath, her lungs burning as the thick st

dark red bruises-some the size of thumbprints, others raw, angry scratches. Fragments of last night's frantic, suf

rned h

ilhouette was cut against the floor-to-ceiling windows, the pale morning l

s tailored white shirt. His movements were unhurried, precise-th

sharp intake of ai

turned

nd locked directly onto her. They were the color of b

her flesh. Panic seized her throat, thick and suffocating. She instinctively grabbed the slipping blanket and yanked

the corner of his mouth-barely a twitch, but unmistakable. He took slow,

s heat in his expression. It was a pure, calculating assessment. T

t, lying in a hospital bed with tubes snaking from his arms-flashed behind her eyes.

said, her voice a raw, shredded rasp. "You promised ten thousand dol

jaw. He despised women like this-women who sold pieces of themselves to the darkest corner

clamped around her jaw, forcing her h

, magnetic rumble that vibrated against her skin like d

ears of pure, molten shame pricked her eyes, blurring his arrogant face into a smear,

k. "This was a transaction!" she yelled, her chest heaving, her voice cra

g darker. He straightened to his full, imposing height and casually

t a sleek, custom-embossed checkbook. With a heavy gold fountain pen, he scr

h, spinning lazily before landing on t

he said, each word coated in ice. "O

ad just driven a steel-toed boot directly into her chest and ground his heel in.

crumpling it, and hurled it as har

ed uselessly to the carpet. Clifton's eyes darkened i

dness, her feet tangling in the sheets. She snatched her crumpled clothes from the floor-her worn jeans, h

once. She bolted for the suite door, wre

s echoed down the corridor-sharp, staccato s

s jaw clenched so tight a muscle popped in his cheek. A sudden, in

he carpet. His thumb rubbed unconsciously against the paper's

slamming it shut with a resonan

to the bed. He looked down

k red stain stood out in stark, un

chest tightened-an unfamiliar, un

. The screen was still open to the black-market egg donation hotline from