Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire's Game

Chapter 5

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corridor. Even the arrogant Vince Tucker f

He was dressed simply in a black t-shirt and jeans, but he radiate

ask, but a storm was r

tching from a distance, shrank back, melt

g onto two things: Aleah, and the grimy

stubbornness. He didn't let go. Instead, he pulled Aleah tighter agains

swer. He just s

erate, like a countdown to an execution. Each step landed li

step forward, but a single, ice-co

ader, and he looked down at the other man as if he were so

ce was quiet, calm, but it held t

ed, tried to hold his ground. "

inished th

s a blur of motion

ck echoed throu

y. The hand that had been holding Aleah was

pled to the floor, cradling his sh

r Vince's screams. Everyone was paralyzed

on the floor. He reached out, pullin

nd draped it over her shoulders,

ince. He took a step forward and planted his

again as Kaden

ropping to a glacial whisper. "You d

ain. "I'm sorry ... Mr. Knight ...

Sean. "Control your establishment," he said coldly.

he nearly fell to his kn

d without a word of warning,

ying instinctively to hi

ll his familiar, reassuring scent, now mixed with som

dor, carrying her past the

t the world. After the terror of the last few minutes, Ale

deposited her into the backseat of his familiar luxury car.

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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.”