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Escaping The Grasp Of My Billionaire

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1046    |    Released on: 13/05/2026

ading to the terrace. It swung open, and the biting ch

shed cheeks, forcing her overheated brain to clear. She stepped out onto the wooden decking, letting the he

e. She set her empty champagne flute down on

dragged massive, desperate gulps of the crisp night air into her lungs. She focused on the physica

u, her mind whispered cruel

a lighter's flint striking metal slic

y rigid. The hairs on the

her eyes wide, scanning the

l of the building, was a tall silhouette. The brief flare of a flame il

r

shifted, carrying the scent directly to her. It was an intoxicating, masculine blend of sharp c

ard, drawn by an invisib

exposing his forearms. There, etched into the tanned skin of his

i

ol with his wrist wrapped in a bandage. She had always told herself it was a coincidence, a meaningless number for a guy who collected meaningless

rette. He exhaled, a thick cloud of pale gray

now. His gaze was intense, heavy, and entirely unapologetic. He didn't look aw

st the brick wall. The movement was lazy, almost insolent. I

r leaving?"

her nerve endings. It was so casual, so utterly devoid of th

distance vanished. She felt like she was seventeen again, standing before

er. She forced her spine to straighten, pulling her shoulders back. She re

ng the sharp pain to fight back the overwhelming wave of memories. It's a coincidence, she

mmond," Dawn replied. Her voice was br

between them, a massive, impene

sound escaped his throat-a scoff th

king smirk. It was a cruel expression, one that complete

-smoked cigarette onto the wooden deck and crushe

rted walking

, the sound of leather hitting wood ech

re glued to the floor. She instinctively took a step backward, but her lower back imm

personal space entirely, using his massive height advantage to tower over her. His

ose and fell with rapid, panicked breaths. He noted t

ust inches from hers. The scent of cedar

urself?" Arlo murmured. His voice was dangerou

She tilted her chin up, refusing to break eye contact. She poured every ounce of her stubbornness into her gl

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Escaping The Grasp Of My Billionaire
Escaping The Grasp Of My Billionaire
“Five years ago, I was the invisible scholarship charity case at an elite Manhattan prep school, trying to survive in a sea of trust-fund babies. Arlo Hammond, the untouchable billionaire heir, made sure to completely dismantle my soul. When his wealthy friends asked if he noticed me, his mocking laughter echoed down the hallway. "Are you out of your mind? You seriously think I'd be interested in a boring little nerd like her?" But the moment we were alone, he would corner me in dark alleys, pinning my wrists against brick walls with terrifying, possessive jealousy if my phone even buzzed. He played his twisted games until I was left standing in the rain with my shattered dignity. Now, I am an Assistant District Attorney. I spent years burying those memories under mountains of legal files. But tonight, he returned. When we crossed paths at an exclusive club, he looked at me with the cool detachment he'd give a piece of furniture. In front of a crowd of elites, he coldly declared: "We have absolutely nothing to do with each other anymore." Then he walked away to pick up a supermodel, leaving me trembling from the sheer humiliation. I didn't understand. If I was so worthless to him, why did he still have my birthday tattooed in dark ink on his wrist? Why did he look at me with such raw, painful vulnerability in the shadows? I stared at my pale reflection in the mirror and made a silent vow. I am not that pathetic seventeen-year-old anymore, and I will prove to him that I am completely, entirely over him.”