Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire's Game

Chapter 2

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was a steel band around Aleah's waist, guiding her do

s chest. She could feel the steady, powerful beat of his heart agai

l away, a small,

"Want everyone to know you're a liar?" he mu

no choice. She was his captive, and

r inside. In the confined, mirrored space,

lly found her voice. It came out as a dry r

lips. "Are going to a party. As my 'girlfriend

dangerous game wasn't ov

space even more private and lavish than the VIP area b

eact, steering her directly

Aleah tucked securely at his side, a brief, stunned silence

ailored suit asked, his eyes raki

sture for all to see. "Aleah," he said simply. The sing

offered the crowd a tight, polite smile. She felt l

pproaching to greet him. With each interaction, he kept her cl

ed her as a buffer, a shield to deflect advances from social

ield. And she, the liar who had served hersel

ver her. As long as she was usefu

in conversation, she would offer a demure smile or stand qui

. A flicker of approval, mixed with

ass of champagne. "Not a bad perf

inst his. She met his gaze, her own voice a so

ound. He leaned closer, the words a lover's murmur.

way, taking a large gulp of champagne

, went straight to her head. Her face flushed, and the g

stand tall beside him, but her mind

row furrowed as he discreetly placed a ha

n short. "It seems my

n arm around her, half-supporting, half-ca

on her skin, of being bundled into the plush leather backseat of a luxury car. Her last coherent thought

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Fishin' Floozy Romance

“To escape a persistent creep at the club, I blurted out a desperate lie, claiming I was the girlfriend of the untouchable billionaire, Kaden Knight. But the moment the words left my mouth, a hand clamped around my wrist and dragged me into a dark VIP lounge. The man sitting in the shadows, flicking a metal lighter, was Kaden Knight himself. Instead of exposing my lie, he trapped me in a terrifying game. He dragged me to elite parties, parading me around as his personal shield to block unwanted advances, while ruthlessly mocking me in private. My fake status quickly made me a target. A local thug cornered me in a back alley, sneering that he wanted a taste of Kaden's new girl. Kaden arrived, shattered the man's hand into pieces in front of a horrified crowd, and then coldly threw a blank check at me to pay for my stepfather's life-saving surgery. "From now on, your only job is to play my girlfriend," he commanded, treating me like property he had just bought. I didn't understand why a ruthless titan of industry would go to such violent lengths for a fake relationship, or why his cold eyes sometimes burned with a terrifying possessiveness. Was I just a convenient pawn, or was this a twisted trap designed specifically for me? When he cornered me at his mother's house, demanding I become his private, one-on-one "tutor," I decided I was done playing the helpless victim. I smiled, pressed my hand against his racing heart, and decided to change the rules of his own dangerous game.”