Escaping From My Ruthless Billionaire Husband

Chapter 3

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awling Whitaker estate in Long Island j

closet and shoved the brown paper bag of progester

on the door

led out. "Mr. Whitaker is waiti

ver her head, hoping the loose fabric wou

room. The mahogany table

ng into a rare steak. Blood pool

eared meat and garlic hit her nose,

nd chugged the ice water, forcin

room was the scrape of Bryant'

. She dug her fingernails int

just had a baby," she said, for

carefully. "What do y

nife stopp

plummeted. The air grew so t

is dark eyes locked onto her

r the crystal decanter and poured a gla

ting a long shadow over the tab

front of her. Red liquid sloshed over

t," he c

liquid. Her heart hammered agai

t to drink tonigh

nting both hands on the armrests of

lips were inches from her ear.

unning through its veins," he hissed.

stopped

cing into her like a scalpel, "I will strap you to a table

m Janelle's face. Her pup

f hope she had been cling

in annoyance, grabbed her jaw with one hand, and

," he

Janelle choked, forced to swallow

shoved his chest with both hands a

It hit the Persian rug with a dull thud,

fect, terrifying calm. He looked down at her

eel and walked out

ar of his car engine f

the wine-soaked rug. She curled into a tight

er face, soaking in

g a silent vow to the life inside her. H

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“Janelle was trapped in an ironclad marriage to a ruthless billionaire, forced to endure his obsessive control just to pay off her family's debt. The fragile nightmare shattered the day she discovered she was pregnant. Bryant hated her family's bloodline. When she carefully tested the waters about having kids, his dark eyes locked onto hers with cold disgust. "If you ever get pregnant, I will strap you to a table and watch the doctor scrape that bastard out of you myself." When an ultrasound photo accidentally slipped from her bag that night, Bryant flew into a murderous rage. He locked her in a room and ordered his private medical team to arrive the next morning with a full surgical setup for a forced abortion. Desperate to save her child, Janelle slashed her own arm with broken glass, knocked out the guard, and fled into the freezing night to hide in a remote mountain town. For six months, she lived in poverty, making organic soaps for cash just to keep her baby safe. She couldn't understand why he wouldn't just let her go, or why his twisted hatred meant he had to ruthlessly hunt down his own innocent flesh and blood. But a single emergency contact form at a local clinic exposed her location. At seven and a half months pregnant, as she walked out of a dollar store, three armored SUVs suddenly boxed her in, and the devil himself stepped out of the shadows to drag her back to hell.”