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Blackmailed Into The Ruthless Tycoon's Bed

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1102    |    Released on: Today at 20:23

en resting on her lap. the

ogetic reminder of the power dynamic. He knows exactly what this is. He knows

r thumbs hit the screen

e types. Do not speak to me

, and pulls the blanket over her head. She squeezes he

ndon is draped in a

groans, pushing the blanket off. Her head throbs wit

tap. She splashes the freezing water onto her face, gasping at the shoc

and picks up her ph

st night. He simply let her have the last word, which somehow feel

new voice messages fr

ls tight. She taps the play

ping with calculation. "Your father told me you were quite rude last night.

and aggressively applies to

the secon

those penniless college boys. Barron might be older than you, but he

and freezes

ht be olde

her gums. The confirmation from her own mother

nto the sink and tap

rsation with him today. Do not ru

nto the marble counter. The lo

own parents are actively p

at, and grabs her leather tote bag. She needs to get to Univers

station, the damp London ch

, she will talk to him. She will make herself so utterly repulsive

age and grabs a metal pole. She pulls

She decides to play the role of t

lde. Did you sleep well? Is your back aching today?

justing his reading glasses, utterly disgusted by her text. The

ly comes through in l

om back pain. My daily ten-kilometer morning r

kes on her

text. Ten kilomete

rassment, but she doubles

t your health. Do you need me to buy you some hair-loss ser

second

rrives in

m the top floor of a skyscraper, looking out over the Manhattan sk

not what cat

he floor-to-ceiling window is th

tches. She zooms in

. However, the outline is undeniably tall and imposing, with broad shoulders that block out

apid flutter against her ribs. She sw

odyguard holding the phone, she tells herself frantically.

e pops up bene

rn. My hairline is perfectly intact. A

looks at the digital clock

52

n horror. She is

ing slightly as she types: How do you know I am

, you sent a screenshot of your schedule to prove you were b

nd against her forehead.

end that

he doors slide open. Adaline sprints out of the

of dread. Barron Cooke is not just an old tycoon. He is observant. He is cal

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Blackmailed Into The Ruthless Tycoon's Bed
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“Adaline Poole thought she had escaped her family's toxic corporate grip by moving to London and adopting a stray cat named Monty. But when she returns to her empty apartment, her father delivers a chilling ultimatum: he has kidnapped the cat and will euthanize it by morning unless she accepts an arranged marriage with Barron Cooke, a notoriously elusive billionaire. Her entire family becomes complicit in her sale. Her mother demands she secure their elite status, and her brother secretly spies on her social media to feed Barron her every move. Horrified to discover Barron is a thirty-three-year-old "fossil" twelve years her senior, Adaline resorts to sabotage. She goes to a Soho club, takes a scandalous photo with a frat boy, and sends it to the old billionaire to disgust him into canceling their upcoming dinner. But her rebellion backfires horribly when the frat boy spikes her drink with a powerful narcotic. As her body burns with a terrifying, feverish heat, she collapses in a dark corridor. Stripped of her phone and betrayed by her bloodline, she is left utterly defenseless as a predator approaches to drag her away. Suddenly, the heavy fire door is kicked open by a towering, terrifyingly handsome stranger who effortlessly neutralizes her attacker. "Please... help me," Adaline begs, deliriously throwing her burning body into his arms. She has absolutely no idea that the handsome savior she is clinging to is Barron Cooke himself.”