Escaping The Grasp Of My Billionaire

h a low, sterile hum. It was past midnight, a time when the rest of Manhattan

cold, hard logic. She needed this job. She needed the grueling hours and the endless stream of petty theft cases to keep her brain occupied. If she sto

ped a yellow highlighter. The plast

made a sharp, scratching sound against the crisp white paper. It was a grounding no

one, lying face-up next to a s

of the office. The device rattled agai

r eyes darted to the glowing screen. The caller ID

rust funds and country clubs-a world Dawn had only ever observed

creen to answer the call. She pressed th

aw

he speaker, a high-pitched shriek

to protect her eardrums. She raised her free hand, pressing two fingers ag

Dawn said, her voice a practiced, steady monotone. It was the voi

. "Tomorrow night. Manhattan. The Grand Plaza Club. Ther

er her weight. The Grand Plaza Club was an exclusive venue where the city's elite gathered to flaunt the

e a polite but firm excuse about needin

nterrupted, her tone suddenly shifting from e

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into the country this mo

like a physical

skipped a beat. For two full seconds, her lungs completely forgot how to

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owned the city since he was born. The boy who ha

ned a stark, bone-white. The edges of the phone dug painfully into her palm, but she welcomed th

tic response to extreme stress that she had developed years ago. Her sto

ntial downpour. A tear-stained face. The taillights of a sports car disappearing i

rced herself to inhale a deep, jag

erself. You are not that pa

until the sharp, metallic taste of fresh blood bloomed on her tongue. The pain was

the blood, forcing her vocal cords to relax. When she finally spoke, she made

t?" Daw

inside her own body. "Dawn, the guy was ruthless to you. And now he's parading around the city like he owns the place

t acquisitions and his rumored supermodel girlfriends. She let the words wash over her, focu

nly cut in, her voice slici

ly surprised. "Wait,

me the time

pulled the phone away from her ear

slamming it face-down onto the desk as i

energy drained from her limbs. She was tremblin

f the office wrap around her. But the silence couldn't

e glare. She pushed herself up from the desk. Her legs felt slightly numb, but she forced hersel

actical, inexpensive blazer, with tired eyes and a pa

ho had ruined her, she could not look like a victim. She needed armor. She

that cost more than her monthly rent. She would wear a smile made of pure ice. She would walk in