Hunted By My Secret Billionaire Employer

Author: Qing Bao

Chapter 1

Word Count: 632 | Released on: Today at 13:40

ersonal, academic, or romantic association with Pa

king as it cooled, and stared at the document

ast c

was running out of ink, I signed my name o

he clause about financial settlement. A

change everything fo

red for less

ion, I checked the box next to the line: W

is money. I nee

osophy, a ghostwriter for his GPA, ensuring the gr

s, only to be met with his deafening silence and arrogant indifferenc

er. I was taki

, welcome slap to my face. The magnificent iron gates of the

e me didn't even register as a blip on his radar. In his eyes, I was nothing

hone and dialed the familiar number. It ra

unded thin in the vast, empty parking lot. "

iss Miller," the voice o

hair combed without a single strand out of place, emerged f

slight nod, his eyes holding a hint of curiosity

handing him the folder. My movements wer

ly. He flipped to the last page, his eyes lan

otion. Surprise. "Are you certain, Miss Mill

if we were discussing the weather. "I fulfilled my tutoring d

lders. I just wanted to get out of here, to sev

r. "Very well. I will deliver

fessional neutrality, as if I had just gi

ht and distant. I watched until he disappeared behind the side

h boy's world. I'm done chasing ghosts

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“I finally terminated my tutoring contract with Donovan Carlisle, the wealthy hockey captain I had never met. I even waived a six-figure settlement just to get my freedom back. To celebrate my new life, I went to a popular campus bar, only to be cornered by a group of aggressive, drunk football players. Desperate and trapped, I spotted a dangerous-looking stranger in a dim corner. I ran over, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him hard to use him as a shield. Instead of pushing me away, the stranger played along. His icy blue eyes mocked me as he whispered a command to keep going. In my absolute panic to make the act convincing, I fumbled with his shirt buttons. When the threat finally left, I shoved him away. Overwhelmed with shame, I slapped fifty crumpled dollars on the table for his "trouble" and ran out into the cold night like a fugitive. I hid in my dorm room, terrified and humiliated. I couldn't understand why he chose to play along just to watch my pathetic show. I thought I had just offended a random, arrogant guy. But then my best friend dropped a bomb on me. "That guy you kissed? That's Donovan Carlisle." My blood ran cold. The stranger I had just forced myself on and insulted with cheap cash was the very employer I dumped this morning. And worst of all, he had just ordered his team to turn the entire university upside down to hunt me down.”