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Pampered By The Cruel Mafia Boss

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 842    |    Released on: Today at 10:10

reeches, Everlee pushed open the white wooden gate o

from Ayla's waist, glaring at E

n't you supposed to be at hom

back, twisting her riding crop nervously

rdiologist said I needed fresh air, so Jami

mison's right hand-the one that had just been resting on

er yourself,

paces away, her vo

sn't own this country

f, looking at her as i

ce the day we got married. Who are you

ion turned their heads, whispering and smirking as they

he main clubhouse dressed in a blazing red riding

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arm around Everlee's shoulders and shoved

Jamison and Ayla, rolling

'brother and sister' act. What are we rol

d, his eyes flashing behin

ling, watch

Ayla's face. She dug her nails into her palms, a flas

rong with

r hands on her h

shares. If you don't like what I have to say, take you

fford to offend the Sterling heiress,

ou keep now? You're becoming m

ther riding gloves, fastening th

man who dresses up shamel

ile Quarter Horse behind Ayla,

so much, how about I give

a dozen wealthy heirs watching from the pa

learn from yo

bles, where a massive black Thoroughbred was violently ki

that horse to show

r finger and his fa

tely unhinged. Even the club's head trainer

red thrashing against the wooden bars was Phantom-the champion stallion she had

shot eyes, her chest tightened. Someone

take

verlee turned and str

spite him, a sudden wave of panic hit Jamison.

you going to throw your life away

d white as he shou

d around her sleeve, her eyes looking at

're dirtying

nt force that Jamison stumbled back half

nlatched the heavy iron bolt and stepped stra

ting out a deafening neigh as his iron

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Pampered By The Cruel Mafia Boss
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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.”