Pampered By The Ruthless Billionaire Uncle

to consciousness. The icy, damp concrete bit through her silk dress, and her body

l chair. The rope bit into her skin, raw and red, burning like a live wi

the cobweb tattoo crawling up his neck, crouched down. He grabbed a fistfu

ted, his breath stale

lanced at the screen, and a cruel smile spread ac

cavernous space. "Is it done? Give her another

against her ribs, a frantic, caged bird. Sophia. He

a laugh. "Anythin

in a silent gasp. Explosions of pain detonated behind her eyes, hot and blin

et away. Her phone. The custom one Brant had ordered for their anniversar

ve –

fingers swiping the screen to answer. He pu

ough the speaker. "Sophia, where are you? I sh

just stopped. The world collapsed into the soun

let him know she was there, but only a

"Of course I love you, baby. The engagement to Vivienne was just business. It was ab

cture program, because of him. Fighting his battles with skeptical board members. Arguing with h

. The other one, a hulking shadow, p

last burst of desperate strength, she wrenched her body to the side, t

ked the chair back upright, the im

xplosions of pain erupted, and th

ng figure stood silhouetted against the sudden light. She couldn't make out hi

Brant's elusive,

ued with him, defended Brant to

m, to beg for help. Her lip

r the last blow, all she saw was a wave of

over again... I wou

rld we

s it had happened,

voice, laced with that familiar impatience. "Vivienn

was in the plush leather passenger seat of Brant's Bentley, th

red, nails perfectly manicured. She was wearing that

live. She

is tone pissy. "Come on, V

e adored looked like a grotesque mask. All the pain, all the betrayal, all the hatred from

ry ounce of strength she possesse