Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire's Game

Chapter 3

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suite swung open, revealing a breathtaking panorama o

d, half-tossed the barely conscious Aleah onto t

fog in her head cleared slightly, and she struggled

red himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the ligh

hrough the quiet room. "We can tal

e of dizziness. "I don't know what you're talking about," she mum

s down with a soft clink and advanced on her, moving

ers. His gaze was as sharp as a blade. "Is it for money? Fame? O

ense was useless now. He had her trapped. A

defiance in her eyes. "What

ace, quickly replaced by a look of

chin, forcing her to look directly at him. "But

e didn't look away. "Because you need me," she said, each word precise. "You need

this. He hadn't expected this seemingly harm

ew thick with a danger

hands on the sofa on either side of he

en them. He was so close she could feel the heat radiating from his skin. "Yo

tion in the dark gray of his eyes. She f

red, the words carrying a raw vulner

chord in him. The aggressive advance paused,

its breaking point, Aleah'

ved him

He stared, momentarily stunned, as she scrambl

t retching echoed f

gust. He stood frozen for a

the toilet, her body wracked with spasms. The defiant, challenging wo

lence as she finished, slumping weakly against

returned from the kitchen area with a bottle of

saw the bottle, then his impassive face,

, just stared at h

o her hand. "Drink it. Then go to the guest room a

eaving her with the cold bot

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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.”