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Escaping The Grasp Of My Billionaire

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1081    |    Released on: 13/05/2026

a silent, vicious standoff. They were like two wounded animals circling each other in the dar

might crack her sternum. Arlo's dark eyes bored into hers, search

s door leading back into

laughter spilled out onto the quiet terrace, ins

is going to crash before Q3!"

d with alcohol, stumbled onto the decking. They were old classmate

heir boisterous laughter died in their throats. The air was so thick w

d with terr

anished. He took a swift half-step back, instantly putting a socially accep

lawless, untouchable heir to the Hammond empire. He pasted a polite, utterly fake sm

pointed a finger at them. "Hey, Arlo! Catching up with old cl

mained smooth, carved from marble. His voice, when he s

is tone dismissive and flat. "We have absolu

they hit Dawn like a rusty, serrated

nothing to do with

sickly white. The brutal public dismissal, the casual way he erased their entire

every day. She knew how to hold her ground. She locked her knees, forcing her spine to remain perfectly st

d-encrusted Patek Philippe watch on his exposed wrist. It was

index finger. He gave the three men a bri

shing dangerously close to hers, he deliberately raised his voice

picking up Anabel Ferrell, and

dropped l

The Victoria's Secret model?" one of them cho

was plastered on billboards across Times Square. A woman who represented the ab

glance. He simply walked past her, his long strides carrying him toward the glass door. He pulled it open

m from her sight, the adrenaline that had bee

dy gav

minutes culminated in a violent physical rebellion. Her stomach, which had

ached inside her abdomen and twi

ng tightly around her midsection as she squeezed her eyes shut against the blinding pain. Her right hand shot out blindly, her

. The fine hairs at her temples stuck to her skin.

aw

heels clicking frantically against the wood. She had been look

inted forward. She threw her arms around Dawn's shoulders, taki

nervous cramps again?" Allyson asked, her voice

She could only manage a weak, jerky shake of her head,

ay from the railing, steering her toward a side door that led to the club's private areas. "I'm getting you out of h

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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.”