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Bound By The Billionaire's Secret

Bound By The Billionaire's Secret

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Chapter 1 Bound for One Night

Word Count: 1047    |    Released on: 20/06/2025

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forcing you into corners y

mer med student. Now... just another de

not a daughte

I'm a tra

lacing the contract on the mahogany desk like it was any other legal

That part made

ford-my mother's hospital bill had just doubled, and my scholarship

t t

the paper. Like a girl I used t

and slid the docu

. "You'll be es

zz. I kept my eyes on the polished steel doors, trying not to look at m

n't b

terr

or one night? What kind of darkness lives behind t

e

e. The penthouse was like something torn from a magazine-glass walls, a fire b

en I s

, staring down at the

ight

d. A man not used to sharing power. As he tur

asn'

sn't

like the faceless

devas

His hair was dark, swept back with precise perfection, and his

art s

smile. Did

studi

cted," he said finally,

strap of my purse. "If I'm not

slowly. "No

ke he was pic

r. Poured something dark into a crystal glass. Didn't offer me

ill turned. "One night. No contact. No

erst

ass to his lips, and pau

eath

ion in his voice. No

obey right aw

e dress with tr

re tangled together. Hours,

my name. I n

ed needing to. Every movement was control and punishment, desir

didn't

w the

urned low. A fresh envelope lay on the nightst

ress, still trembling, a

't loo

the elevator and caught m

e g

rent

weeks later-when his face fl

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who would unknowing

t was p

tiny plastic stick in the bathroo

and began in t

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doesn't n

't tel

oul

of man who made people di

appeared

s later, I

for

my

ray stare. The same frown when he didn't get h

si

specialist in Manhattan could handle. I had no choice

t I'd be

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s wr

doesn't for

er do bil

catering for a former college friend. I wore the black-

. That wa

dropped

he crow

as stand

i

mo

a perfectly cut tuxedo and that same icy stare tha

locked

ble-tugging at the sleeve of a waiter with

jaw cl

rowd

mov

ani

o the friend who had invited me, and tried to

sn't fas

d my wrist just as I

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t f

iet, but it burn

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