Pampered By The Ruthless Billionaire Uncle

g her back from a suffocating darkness. The cold, damp concret

to the legs of a steel chair. The air in the aban

the thugs, the one with the cobweb tattoo crawli

ted, his breath stale

lanced at the screen, and a cruel smile spread ac

ous space. "Is it done? Make sure she understands the l

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

a laugh. "Anythin

scraping sideways across the concrete. The jolt rattled her teet

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

ve –

fingers swiping the screen to answer. He pu

the speaker. "Sophia, where are you? I told Vivienn

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

one, a hulking shadow, picked up a coiled leng

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

ked the chair back upright, the im

nd she felt a sharp sting bloom beneath he

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 time, 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