Trapped In The Billionaire's Golden Cage

f your face a

ert's chest, her diamond rings scraping through t

roar of three hundred Manhattan elites, crystal cha

d through her dress. Her fingers clenched the clasp of her

voice barely cut through

n and heavy tuberose perfume washing over Jenilee. "The private care facility in Westc

invoice burned into her retinas. Past due. Immediate

her mouth. She had bitten her bo

pered, her stomach twisting into a

g against the invoice. "The Sanders family no longer has any obligation to pay for your dying baggage.

ute of vintage champagne from the silver tray, and p

Smile for the society photographers. If you make a scene, or if you refuse, I will cal

ute across the woman's powdered face. But the image of her fragile gr

enilee ch

of her gown to keep from t

d Clementina Barnes. Just four months ago, that same arm had held Jenilee, wh

icked to her. A flicker of greasy, pos

-step toward her, his fingers twitching

on Anwar's bicep tightening as her shar

sneered, loud enough for the nearby table

up her throat. She locked eyes with Anwar, rais

e. May you get ever

ass back and dran

r esophagus with a sharp, bitter aftertaste

earest tablecloth, spun on her heel, a

make it t

nd skull. Her vision blurred, the crystal chandeliers smearing into blinding streaks of gold and

ith a cruel smirk, nodding subtly to two burly

g through the crowd, he

nk was

gh her drug-heavy veins. She kicked off her heels, grabbed

um floor of the service corridor as the heavy fire door s

at soaked the collar of her dress, her

r swinging open echoed down the hall, follo

terrace! Cut off th

quid. Ahead, a set of French doors stood slightly

umbling out onto the dark, rain-slicke

an exposed heavy-

body pitched forward int

one-shattering impac

ever

in heavy, freezing cashmere and the overwhelming, in

caught her waist like tw

ep, gravelly voice vibrated

do you think