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Escaping The Grasp Of My Billionaire

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1054    |    Released on: 13/05/2026

nergy of the main club. It was dimly lit, soundproof

tly to her chest in a fetal position. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth grinding together as she rode out the

eels sinking into the thick carpet. She was carefully balancing a delica

Dawn's trembling shoulder. "Hey. Sit up just a little bit

rom the unshed tears of physical pain. She uncurled her bod

teacup to Dawn's pale lips. Da

e heat traveled down her throat, settling into her violently cramping stomach. The medicinal properties

She exhaled a long, shaky breath. The intense physical pain

he peppermint vapor drifted into her n

a specific scent bypasses the logical brain a

ed her of cheap chewing gum. It reminded her of a boy who constantly che

etching and fading until it was replaced by the shrill, chaotic noise of teenagers. The dim ligh

rce of a physical blow, draggi

seventee

in Manhattan where the tuition cost more than her father made in a decade. She was there

classroom, pushed right up against the massive windows. She wore a pristine, perfectly ironed uniform. Her skirt was the regulation length. Her tie was knotted p

llway outside. It was a mix of loud, obnoxious

a

ked open with such force that it slammed again

d strode in

slung carelessly over one shoulder. His school uniform was a disaster. The top two buttons of his crisp white s

rust-fund baby who knew the rules didn't apply to him

pped talking, their eyes tracking his every movement with undisguised

e fixed straight ahead, jaw tight, deliberately ignoring the figure in his peripheral visi

tbook. Her fingers tightened around her mechanical pencil. T

scratch paper, writing out formulas at a frantic pace. The scratching sound of th

bout a weekend yacht party his family was hosting in the Hamptons. His voice was a lazy,

make herself physically smaller. She

desperate prayer. He is a Hammond. I live in a neighborhood where t

ut, signaling the end of the period. It was a harsh sound that

shoved it into her worn canvas tote bag, her movements jerky and panicked. She needed to get out of this room. She need

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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.”