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Escaping The Obsessive Billionaire's Cage

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 831    |    Released on: 12/05/2026

t took several long minutes before she could gather enough strength to push herself up

eam of high-beam headlights hit her directly in t

d aggressively, the tires screeching as it sl

splashed into a puddle of dirty water. He marched t

ly shrank back ag

ed her thin wrists, yanking her forward. He

and crushed his m

His teeth clashed against hers, biting down on her lower lip until

ands frantically against his broad chest,

the curve of her waist. In his aggressive haste, his fingers

lowing it back. The thin silk dress she wore under

His fingertips brushed

d line of scarred fles

froze i

her silk dress to ride up sharply, catching in the wind. His eyes dropped to her lower abdome

His breathing turned ragged. The edges of his eyes turned a fu

voice sounding like it was being dragged o

ntom pain ripped through her womb. She opened her mouth to explain, but the terrifying weight of

rasped, her voic

ard, his large hand wrapping tightly around her throat.

y!" he roared, his fingers automati

n. She couldn't breathe. Tears of pure agony leaked from the corners of h

n flinched as if he had been burned by fire. He rel

ound. She clutched her bruised throat, coughing vio

of betrayal in his eyes hardened

y word a calculated strike to her heart. "Was

. It was their flesh and blood, and he was standing h

the ground. Driven by pure survival instinct, she turned and sp

oe falling off, but she didn't stop. She ran barefoot on the f

ched her limping, pathetic figure disappear into the sh

et. He dialed his assistant's num

tocol against the Hopper Group. I wa

d on the empty darkness

man. I want her ruined in this ci

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Escaping The Obsessive Billionaire's Cage
Escaping The Obsessive Billionaire's Cage
“For three years, I was imprisoned by Anderson Hopper, the monster who forced me to watch my fiancé, Kendall, plummet into a freezing river. But when I saw the morning news, I realized Kendall wasn't dead. He had returned as Eben Gill, a ruthless tech billionaire. I risked my life to escape and find him, only to be met with eyes full of absolute hatred. He publicly humiliated me, dragged me to the exact bridge where he "died," and sneered at the C-section scar on my stomach. "Anderson Hopper's bastard," he spat, completely unaware that the baby was actually his-the very child Anderson had murdered in the operating room to break me. To make matters worse, Anderson used Kendall's dying mother as a hostage to force me back into my cage. I knelt on the freezing asphalt, begging the man I loved to just visit his mother, while he coldly ordered his driver to run me over. I had lost my baby, my freedom, and my dignity, all to protect him from Anderson's blackmail. Why was I the one being tortured and treated like a traitor? "Don't think your little kneeling stunt earned you my forgiveness." He whispered those cruel words before walking away without looking back. Staring at his cold, retreating figure, the last shred of my love finally turned to ash. That night, under the cover of a torrential storm, I bypassed the estate's laser grids and walked out into the dark.”