Pampered By The Possessive Wall Street Titan

Chapter 6

Word Count: 788 | Released on: Today at 17:17

the air. Glass shattered. Metal clattered

instantly. She covered her

t, the IV catheter still taped to the back of his hand. His skin was ashen. A fine sheen of sweat covered his forehead from the exertion of ki

s barely above a whisper. It was inf

unwilling steps toward the bed, stopping just outside the radius of Elo

one. "I am pulling all fundi

lor. Sweat beaded on his fo

hand-the one without the IV-and pointed at Heidi. "If she is n

She threw herself

"Ansley, tell him to

mother. Her expressio

ily the second that wir

d. He made the only choice

rds! Take her back to the e

guards hauled her up by her arms

e this, Mr. Vaughn. You have my word." H

d shut. The footsteps

as complet

her eyes and let out a long, exhausted breath-the breath of someone who ha

y, until her back pressed against the edge of the mattress. Elon had leaned forward from the bed-he hadn't stood, couldn't stand-and drawn

septic and his faint co

?" his voice was hoarse. "They tore you apart. They

ng it against his shoulder. "Becau

. His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer, as if

him with fear instead of love. He couldn't trust this. Not yet. He reached up with his free hand-t

a new game? Are you playing the victi

lock you in my penthouse. You will never see the sun again. I wi

linch. She met

ate plea for reassurance. He wasn't threatening her. He was begging h

es. His skin was cold. The IV tugged against his vein. Sh

aying a game, Elon. I've never

leaned over the bed, and p

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

Pampered By The Possessive Wall Street Titan

Waldo Friesinger Romance

“I was the real daughter of the Montgomery family, finally brought back from a Texas farm. But my parents treated me like a savage, giving all their love to my adopted sister, Heidi. On the night I ran away from my arranged wedding, I almost died. A razor-thin steel wire was strung across a blind curve, positioned perfectly to sever my head at ninety miles an hour. I managed to brake in time and pulled the dashcam footage, which clearly showed Heidi setting the trap and wanting the "farm trash" dead. But when I played the video for my family in the hospital, their reaction chilled me to the bone. My father didn't ask if I was hurt, only yelling at me for causing a scandal. My mother immediately shielded the crying Heidi, begging me to let it go because we were family. My eldest brother even threw a fifty-million-dollar contract in my face, demanding I sign an NDA to cover up Heidi's crime. In my past life, their blind favoritism allowed Heidi to lock me on a burning yacht, killing me and the only man who ever tried to save me. I never understood why my own blood would protect a fake, murderous daughter over me. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the night of the orchestrated crash. I looked at the hush money, and then at the ruthless Wall Street billionaire standing protectively by my side. "I'm not just going to ruin her reputation." "I'm going to take back the entire Montgomery Group."”