Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire's Game

Chapter 4

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her first sensation. Bright sunlight streamed through

n. Her heart skipped a beat. A frantic, internal check confirmed nothin

ful rush: the lie, his interrogation, the vomiti

sinking into the plush carpet. Th

her: a set of brand-new designer clothes, an uno

l. "Wear this. My number is in the phone. Wait fo

t like an electronic leash. She k

't his prope

ed and dried-and put it on. Quietly, like a thief i

y of the Strip to the harsh reality of her chea

and headed back to the one place she was trying to esca

ion was a complicated mix of fear and awe. He said

he other dancers followed her. Jealousy and contempt dripped from

sk of concentration. Tonight, s

own the stark, concrete employee corrid

bars and bad decisions. She recognized him instantly: Vince

s eyes crawling over her body with a slimy p

s stomach. She kept her voice stea

n't play dumb, sweetheart. If Knig

out to touc

ng empty air. "I'd advise you not to

d him. His face darke

cutting off any

face went pale. He started forward, but a single glare from Vince

erate idea. With a trembling hand, he pulled out his pho

her you ... there's a situation ...

nt than before. "Calling for backup? Good. Let's see if Kaden Kn

, his grip like a vise,

in strength was hopeless. She stumbl

y double doors at the end of the corrido

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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.”