Blackmailed Into The Ruthless Tycoon's Bed

the heavy double doors

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gates to LinkedIn. She types

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ts in the rows ahead turn around and glare at her. The professor

ook to hide her face. Her cheeks burn with embarras

k around, Adaline stares a

actual, physiological nausea washes over

. To a twenty-one-year-old college student, a man in his

She aggressively shakes her head. Fake, she tells herself. It

n with a paunch, using his immense wea

e feels like a piece of meat on a butcher's block. Her

opens her messages and

lass so hard it makes tapping sounds. Did you kno

ly comes a

hell are you talking a

him finish. She is

omplicit! You sold me to an old man

ttings and hits 'Mute Notifications'. She

on rain has turned into a steady downpour. She doesn't open her umbrella. She le

the door to her apartment

bag. She runs in

rand new, luxurious cat carrier. Inside

carrier and pulls the orange tabby into her

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ost autonomy, for her cruel parents, and for the terrifying future tied to

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oes not throw a tantrum.

s chat and hits 'Archive'.

Instagram. She sends no messages. She executes a strategy of absolute

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notification slides into the

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ps. Her eyes widen