Pampered By The Cruel Mafia Boss

Chapter 3

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alked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and yanked open the blacko

from the nightstand. The screen was completely bla

at covered the bruises on her neck, paired it w

son holding a mug of freshly brewed coffee. Dressed in a cris

s his eyes, assuming she was here to apologize. He s

one throwing your litt

ke a principal lecturin

nd sat down. Pulling a blank asset liquidation form from h

s mouth to snap, when his gaze caught the

n wrapped all the way

g his mug down, he le

pened to

ked up to mock his delayed eyesight, Jamison's pho

atched it up on the first ring, his voic

What's

Ayla's ragged gasps and sobs echoe

breathe... My ches

e had about Everlee's bruised wrist vanished into thin ai

, I'm coming

e foyer, then stopped abruptly. Reaching into his leather wa

slapped the metal card down righ

o the hospital. Take this card, go to Newbury Street

pping with the arrogance of a man w

rd. There was no anger left in her c

ard, she raised her he

kidnapped yesterday and nearly bl

is face behind his glasses. Right then, Ayla

of Jamison's patience. He pinched

isten to yourself when

the door, his voi

st let you walk home in one piece? Stop wa

t the front door, slamming i

verlee stared at the closed door, a freezi

gripped both ends, and bent it forcefully until it

nto her pocket, walked back to the closet

r bought her hanging on the racks, packing only a few pre

he skin of Mrs. Ingram forever, dragging her su

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“Everlee dragged her bleeding body home after barely surviving a brutal kidnapping, only to find her billionaire husband throwing a lavish party. It wasn't to celebrate her survival, but to host a birthday bash for his adopted sister, Ayla, right on their fifth wedding anniversary. Instead of asking about the raw rope burns on her wrists, Jamison looked at her muddy clothes with utter disgust. "Where the hell have you been? Tonight is Ayla's birthday party. Look at what you're wearing. You're embarrassing me." When Everlee finally filed for divorce and went to the equestrian club, Ayla maliciously spurred Everlee's horse during a jump. The stallion bucked, throwing Everlee violently to the ground. As a pool of dark blood spread beneath Everlee from her rupturing womb, Jamison didn't even look at her. He scooped up a lightly bruised Ayla, leaving his miscarrying wife to die in the dirt. Saved by a powerful stranger, Everlee woke up in the hospital after an emergency surgery to remove her dead baby. Through the door, she heard Jamison's impatient voice talking to his mother. "Leave her alone in there. Once she realizes I'm not buying her little performance, she'll crawl back to the penthouse on her own and apologize to Ayla." He didn't even believe his own child had existed, reducing her tragedy to a jealous stunt for attention. Listening to the man she had loved for five years, the last shred of warmth in Everlee's heart turned to ash. She pressed a hand to her empty stomach, her eyes hardening into pure ice. With twenty-nine days left in their divorce cooling-off period, she was going to burn the entire Ingram family to the ground.”