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His Captive Bride's Fight For Freedom

His Captive Bride's Fight For Freedom

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1084    |    Released on: Today at 14:21

e last dirty plate, the clatter echoing the ache in her feet. Her worn-out s

ally sour expression, shoved a th

d. "A guest in the presidential suite left

he harsh fluorescent lights of the Waldorf Astoria's ba

you hand it to them directly. That'

her legs. It meant she could pay her share of the re

was silent. The hallway, lined with thick, plush carpet, swallowed the sound of h

ite. The door wa

anted to turn around and leave, forget the tip, forget her manager. But the ache in her feet and the thin envelope in he

ocked

ans

hed the door open a little wider. Maybe they were in the bathroom.

r clicked shu

herself: don't scare yourself. Drop the thing off, leave, three minutes. She turned, fumbling fo

rkness. A low, guttural gr

something in that sound that made her want to

d silhouette slumped against a sofa, his body co

Blair Sterling had drugged his drink. His consciousnes

isper of footsteps. A foreign scent invaded

at her to run, but fear h

ing something off. I'll leave right now." She told herself in her head: don't

f his skin. He surged to his feet, his immense frame ins

pping over the edge of the rug and falling hard. Her elbow hit the floor with

as over her, his hot brea

something else-clean, masculine, and utterly dangerous. He

his chest. It was like push

rigid. For decades, any human touch had been a trigger for a wave o

me, there w

eeper, more violent u

umed by a terrifying, dark hunger. She didn't know what he saw, but there was something in tho

grip like a manacle. A cr

touch of her skin, the heat raging through his veins seemed to find i

ggle. Her mind was buzzing. He wasn't normal. This man wasn't normal.

s different. She was the only

to his drug-addled mind, but it was immedi

o have h

ng her terrified pleas, and

edatory kiss, devoi

the salt of her own tears, and the whiskey on his lips. Nausea churned

ging into the hard muscle

movements grew rougher. He hooked a ha

er. She realized in that instant that crying and struggling were only feeding him. She had

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His Captive Bride's Fight For Freedom
His Captive Bride's Fight For Freedom
“Cailin was just a struggling temp worker trying to survive, until a simple delivery to a hotel suite turned into a nightmare. Inside the dark room, she was brutally attacked by Graham Shepherd, a ruthless billionaire in a drugged frenzy. He suffered from a severe phobia of human touch, but to his dark obsession, Cailin was the only woman his body didn't reject. To secure a healthy heir, Graham's powerful grandfather targeted Cailin. He paid off her greedy foster family with ten million dollars to legally buy her. "Marrying into the Shepherd family is an honor! It's time you paid us back!" her foster father sneered. Cailin was kidnapped and locked inside a massive estate. She was forced to sign a marriage certificate with the very monster who had assaulted her. Desperate, she offered Graham a cold contract to give him an heir in exchange for a secret divorce, but her desire to leave only enraged his possessive madness. When he tried to force himself on her again, she screamed for the servants to stop him. "Lock this door. No one brings her any food or water," Graham commanded coldly. Cailin was starved in the dark room for days, her body withering away. She was filled with despair and hatred. Why did she have to be the sacrificial lamb for this billionaire's sickness? Why did the family she trusted sell her out to a monster? Dragged down to the dining room, weak and starving, Graham forcefully held a piece of meat to her lips. "Eat." But as Cailin looked at the cruel men who had ruined her life, she turned her head away, her eyes burning with a silent vow to survive and escape this gilded hell.”