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Escaping My Vicious Billionaire Husband

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 668    |    Released on: Today at 15:01

wn the Long Isl

ds of the backseat. She was crying so hard she was dr

ance. He reached over a

roared into the cabin, whipping against Colett

sive, wrought-iron gates of t

riveway and rolled to a stop in fr

ed to push herself up, but h

grabbed her under the armpits and hauled

t. Her bare foot dragged against the rough sto

d butler, pulled open the h

into the center of the

g thud. The impact scraped the skin off her palms

the velvet sofas in the living room. Wh

e marble. She lunged forward and grabbed a fistfu

ac

ve hall. Brenda's palm struck Col

r ears rang violently. A warm drop of

"You murderer!" he screamed, pointing a shaking

't," she sobbed, her words slurring from the pain

he pulled back her pointed leather shoe a

ht ball, clutching her abdomen. Cold sw

shadows of the hallway. Not

y crystal vase filled with freezing water and wilted roses, and hurled the freezing conte

to

y word cut thr

ipping vase hovered

d staircase. His hands were in his pocket

avy vase from her trembling hands, a

ring her here, Ferris? Why did you

didn't even glance down at Colet

ding. She's watching. If she sees me parading this trash around as my beloved n

owly, the rage in their eyes morph

g marble, Colette he

ed into dust. She wasn't even a person to

iliating tears ran down her bruised

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Escaping My Vicious Billionaire Husband
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“Colette stepped out of the federal prison, finally breathing the air of freedom after two agonizing years. But instead of a bus home, a black armored SUV blocked her path. Ferris Vance's men kidnapped her right at the gates. He forced her to sign a marriage certificate, threatening to completely destroy her father's legacy if she refused. The nightmare had only just begun. She soon learned her father had been driven to suicide anyway. Dragged into the Vance estate, Colette was beaten bloody by the family of Ellie, the girl she supposedly wronged. Ferris paraded her in a pure white gown for the cameras, playing the fiercely devoted husband. But the second the lenses turned away, he forced her into a coarse maid's uniform, making her scrub the freezing marble floors on her hands and knees. "Your life isn't even worth the dirt on my shoes." Ferris whispered those words as he threw his muddy boots at her bruised face. She was nothing but a piece of bleeding bait, a prop meant to lure his missing lover out of hiding. She was tortured and humiliated for a crime she had absolutely nothing to do with. The sheer injustice of paying the price for another woman's disappearance tore her soul apart. When he cornered her in the bathroom, the last thread of Colette's sanity snapped. She hurled a bucket of filthy water right into his face, broke out of his grip, and threw herself out a window into a freezing storm. This time, she chose to escape, even if it meant death.”