Falling For My Cold Billionaire Captor

inks, the metallic clink echoing sharply in the dead silence of the interrogation room. He turned on

expedited background check, Boss. It's all here. The tip about Eleanor's contact working the valet

t-time jobs. Massive medical debt under her adoptive mother's name. Zero travel history. Zero connections to Eleanor. Zero ties to any corporate espion

appeared to be: a despera

l-the raw fire in her amber eyes that had felt like destiny-flared in his chest. He crushed it with cold logic. A mist

, his voice devoid of any emotion. "Clean this up. Throw h

rsonal effects, recovered from the alley." Inside were her damp driver's license, a few crumpled dollar bills, and some loose change. She clutch

. She stood up, pulling the foil blanket tighter around her, a

eet-filled rain was pouring do

her bones. She fumbled with the plastic bag and pulled out three quarters. She limp

he butler's crisp, Br

mbling. "Please, can you send a car? I'm at th

ldly. "The Master is resting. I cann

he line

freezing rain and walked six blocks to the subway station, using the last few crumpled dollars from the evidence bag to buy a one-way ticket to the Upper East Side. Every step on the icy

ing, wrought-iron gates of the Alford Estate. She was soaked to the bone, her hair

before buzzing her in. She walked up the long, manicure

st of warm, floral-scented heating hit her face, but

d family were sitting on the

the faint streaks of blood forming around Azura's bare foot on the

er eyes wide with pity, but a sharp glare fro

vily on his silver-handled cane. He looked Azura up and d

ee you like this. Colby Mcintosh is officially proposing to Cecelia next week. We nee

in broke. "I only came because my mother said Richard Alford owed her a life debt," she said, h

e. "Watch your tone! You reek of the slums! My fami

She was wearing a pure silk nightgown, her perfectly styled blonde hair c

The last shred of hope she had for co

our charity. Pay my adoptive mother's hospital bills in Pennsylvania.

actionality. "Done. Butler, take her to the back rooms. Keep her

toward a small, dusty trunk in the corner. "Your mother's belongings were stored here after she left service. You may use whatever

ied a faint trace of her mother's lavender soap. At the very bottom lay a battered laptop, a model so old i

d her, and the bloody scratches covering her legs. She lifted her right foot, biting back a sob as she saw the deep gashes and purple frostbite mottling her s

setting, letting the scalding water

ered laptop. She logged into the university portal. She needed money. She need

in the finance department, was urgently looking for event staff

thought, Azura