Bound To The Apex Predator's Obsession

Chapter 5

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fe on the NYU campus. A heavy Macroeconomics textbook lay op

etween them had kept her awake until dawn. Her dark circle

cafe, holding two iced lattes. She slammed into the chair acro

hissed, shoving her smartphone acro

her heavy eyes

screen, the blood drained from he

s Fowler rushing out of an exclusive lounge. The second showed Brandon Dalt

letters: Wall Street Titan's Midnight Re

kgrounds. An "anonymous insider" claimed Holmes ha

ke a physical slap

the exact same car that had hunted her down in Brooklyn last night.

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ee clipped the edge of the table. The iced latte tipped ove

ins. "Alex! What's wrong? You loo

nd over her mouth, grabbed her canvas tote bag, and

t the thick trunk of an oak tree in a quiet corner of Was

sliced through

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was just the dirty secret. The cheap, disposable bo

of glass beads shattered against the dead leaves at her feet. Sh

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p the shadows. H

e of safety. Now, it looked like a death sentence. Her

s relentless, demanding, forc

wiped the wetness from her cheeks. A

humb down and swi

the park was deafening. In two years, it was

er button and swiped to power off. The screen went

e made a silent vow to herself. She would

irt off her jeans. Her spine strai

s dorms. Karyme was pacing t

okay?" Karyme

up into a grotesque, plastic smile. "

her chest, Alexia looked Karyme dead in the eye. "You know t

vative, quiet girl. But Karyme quickly recovered, clapping her

lt like a block of ice. She was going to use the most

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Waldo Friesinger Romance

“Alexia Vaughan sold her freedom to Manhattan billionaire Holmes Fowler to keep her family from starving. But after a passionate night, his housekeeper handed her a single Plan B pill on a silver tray, treating her like disposable trash. The humiliation shattered her when she saw the front-page newspaper headline: Holmes was officially marrying wealthy heiress Brandon Dalton. While her brother was beaten bloody in the streets over rumors of her being a billionaire's "Sugar Baby," Holmes was busy solidifying his dynasty. Desperate to escape the suffocating reality, Alexia turned off her phone and fled into the city. But she didn't know the phone contained a military-grade GPS tracker. Holmes hunted her down like prey, violently dragged her back to his penthouse, and locked the heavy double doors of his master bedroom. "From now on, you sleep in this bed. Where I can see you," he ordered. Trapped in the pitch-black room, held tightly against his chest, his phone suddenly lit up. It was a 2:00 AM missed call from his fiancée. Tears soaked Alexia's pillow as the agonizing truth set in. She was just a dirty secret locked away in the dark, while his real life happened outside. The next morning, after he violently kissed her to assert his psychotic ownership, Alexia stood trembling on the sidewalk. She looked at his departing Maybach, her eyes hardening with a cold, desperate fire. She would no longer be his captive whore; it was time to plan her escape.”