The Billionaire's Cruel Obsession

creening for her autistic brother, Devon, a rare act of

ed by remotely torturing Devon with strobe lights and discor

ony, all because his new obsession, an intern named

ed, Devon suffered. When Kassie feigned a car accident, Griffin forced Al

ized Griffin saw Devon as a weapon

orse, Starlight, right in front of her. This monstrous act ignited a cold, clear rage within Allie,

pte

gned for kids like her brother, Devon. She used a prepaid card and a throwaway email, covering her tracks with

d out anyway. He

silhouette against the glittering New York skyline. Th

uting, sweethea

h the mind of a young child, was rocking back and forth on his bed, humming

l. It was a custom system he' d had installed, one tha

, his voice dangerously soft. "You want to

cked a

a high-pitched, discordant screech filled the air. Devon flinched, his hands flying to

ie cried, lungin

rip like steel. "Not yet. He n

at ripped Allie' s heart to pieces. She could feel his terror, his confusion, his pain. He was t

ng wrong," she begged, tears streaming

n. He seemed to enjoy the scene. "This hurts you far m

as a distant echo compared t

this?" she sobbed

tem. One more press and the volume would increase, the

rs. The ambitious, doe-eyed intern wh

hat have to d

ussing the weather. "It upset her. And when Kassie is upset, I get upset. And when I' m upset..." He gestured to the

turing her autistic brother because

slid to the floor, her gaze locked on the monitor. Te

r from her cheek with his thumb, a gesture that was once tender and now

"Now, do you still want to take him

d, a choked sob e

od g

y by the sound of Devon' s ragged, frightened breaths from the

llie," he said. "You' re here because I

the cold marble floor, the image of he

always been

he tiny apartment she shared with Devon after their parents died in a car crash two years ago. She was fierce and

was on half the buildings in Manhattan. He was a prince of the ci

lled champagne on her cheap uniform, and instead of being annoyed, she

ever met a woman who wasn

partment, a gesture so grand it blocked the hallway. He had "Allie Mclean, will you

' t belong in his world of private jets and endless weal

watching her work. He didn' t push. He just waited. One night, he found her huddled in the alley, crying from exhaustion. He

nt her defenses s

rse, a beautiful mare she named Starlight, fulfilling a childhood dream she' d long since buri

s' death, with Griffin' s arm wrapped around her, she told their headstones she

she had foun

company, all wide eyes and feigned innocence. And Griff