Escaping My Vicious Billionaire Husband

Chapter 7

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and with a satisfied smile before her tea

ris dropped his arm from Colette's waist. He stepped

a black silk square, and aggressively wiped

er cheek until she tasted iron. The humiliation bu

lence, heading down the long corrido

n a skin-tight, blood-red dress stepped ou

gins. Ellie's ol

rossing her arms. Her eyes raked over Colette's

hoing off the walls. "A convicted criminal

mentally exhausted her bones ached. She t

nk you won because you manipulated your way

Colette said, h

d forward. Her manicured hands grabbed the

anked

e, slipping off Colette's shoulder and

lying up to cover her chest

ound. Without warning, Keira r

te's cheek, right over the heavy

mmed hard against the carved wooden wainscoting of the hallway. Her

face. His jaw locked. He turned to Colette, his eyes narrowing into a lethal glare. "Stand exactly here. Do not move a sin

hed his broa

ere were no cam

the death of her father, the beatings, the humili

sted her torn strap with eerie calmness.

and to strike again. "What a

hips, and swung her arm with every oun

eira's cheekbone with the

ed on the carpet, and she collapsed backward

her mouth open in shock before a piercin

vily. She looked down at the crying w

spered, her voice shaking wit

nd pushed open the

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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.”