Escaping My Possessive Billionaire Ex-Husband

Chapter 6

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e, dramatic painting on the far wall. Robert Sterling, the CEO of Sterli

the role of the quiet, attentive associate. She listened as

Althea was no longer just an accessory. She offered a few quiet, precise observatio

r with new respect. Felix ga

felt a growing sense of unease. Every det

ough their open door. That was where she and Damarcus had

marcus had bought it at a Christie's auction and donated it

e of her hearing, making it hard to concentrate

ward Althea. "Your assistant is not only charming bu

landed with a thud. It blurred the professiona

ble asset." His response was masterful, deflecting the per

felt her che

wine glass. She instinctively

on to it, he addressed the waiter. "Gi

The simple, quiet gesture of respect was a balm to h

take a call, leaving Althea

d, his voice low and conce

ust ... a lot on my mind." She couldn't explain that

a tightness in her chest. The air w

ispered, rising from her chair. She nee

go, a flicker of

et swallowing the sound of her footsteps. She too

. As she passed a corner, a small commotion from the main lobby

he hea

h a natural authority that sent a jolt

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nted to the floor. The bloo

he was asking for

ce replied, "Bordeaux Room,

er brain. This wasn't a coincidence. It c

get back. She turned, but her legs

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Escaping My Possessive Billionaire Ex-Husband

Clara Voss Modern

“I went to a luxury hotel for a blind date, hoping to finally move on from my past. But I opened the wrong door and stumbled right into my billionaire ex-husband, Damarcus. He was sitting in the dim suite with a beautiful socialite, watching me freeze like a beggar in my cheap dress. I fled, but he cornered me in the hallway restroom. He coldly mocked my family's crushing debt and implied I was selling myself to my date. I thought the humiliation was over, so I threw myself into my demanding corporate job to pay for my sick mother's care. The next night, my boss, Felix, took me to a high-stakes dinner with a major client. But Damarcus showed up there too. He walked right into our private room, dominating the space, and deliberately sabotaged me. He raised his glass and loudly toasted to my resilience, twisting the truth to make my boss think we were having a secret, scandalous affair. He wanted to destroy my reputation and strip away the only lifeline I had left. He had already ruined my life once, leaving me with nothing. Why was he hunting me down just to play these cruel games? I sat in my dark apartment, waiting in terror for Felix to fire me. Instead, my phone rang. "I believe you. I know what kind of man he is." Hearing my boss say those words, my fear finally burned into rage. This time, I wasn't going to run.”