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The Billionaire's Doll: Her Secret Escape

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 879 | Released on: 20/01/2026

ab driver. "Midtown. As fast as you c

ntire ride fixing her hair in the rearview mirror, pinching her cheeks

ut, sprinting the last hundred yards. She ducked into a Starbucks, bought a cold

g at the curb. The back door op

at. The interior was cool and

wasn't

ding. But then she saw the iPad mounted on the s

ice, looking down at some papers, but the moment t

the cage?" Miles's voice drifted from the

ned. "Hello

pipe," he said. His voice was fla

per handled it quickly. It was...

ty. He was studying her face on the screen, looking for the li

"call Niles. Don't handle things y

ping the cold coffee cup

ment in ten minu

een wen

seat, closing her eyes. Her ha

w. Garrick didn't acce

g on the velvet sofa in the living room, flipping a si

keep her head high. "I'

nce between them in two strides. He stopped inches from her. He

inhaling deepl

different,"

her ribs. "I... it was t

e up, his fingers trailing down the side of her neck, r

lied quickly. "For... headache m

hen, his hand moved to the back of her neck, his fingers tangl

hing but me," he whispered. "Or when you

d, bruising. He tasted of scotch and control. Ever stood rigid, letting him take what h

tly heavier. He reached into his po

n ar

t her skin. She heard the clasp click

e warned, his voice vibr

lls reflected them-a tall, powerful man in a tuxedo, and a woma

her hand. His grip was fi

he said

paused, watching her profile. "

dn't breathe. She couldn't thin

. "I haven't thought about it. You don

ndow. "True. They are liabilities. Weakness

ty lights. My son is not a parasite, she scr

ging the subject as if he hadn't just stopped

r f

ed, his grip tightening until her knu

know him," E

eep it t

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“I was just a placeholder, a warm body in silk sheets to keep the bed from getting cold while my billionaire "owner," Garrick Head, dreamt of another man's wife. To the world, I was Ever Wells, the lucky girl he'd plucked from obscurity, but in reality, I was a doll on a 145-day contract, counting every second until I could disappear. Everything shattered when a burner phone buzzed in my hand with a message that turned my blood to ice: "I know your secret, Everly." My real name was the one thing I had buried to protect my four-year-old son, Leo, who was hidden in a cramped apartment in Queens. Just as the blackmailer closed in, Leo's asthma flared into a life-threatening fever, and the medication he needed cost thousands I didn't have. When I tried to siphon money to save him, Garrick sensed my desperation and froze my credit cards, mocking my "poverty" and demanding I crawl back to his bed to earn his favor. The nightmare intensified at a high-society gala when Clarence Frazier, a dangerous ghost from my past, cornered me. He mouthed my real name in front of the cameras, his eyes promising to tear my fake life apart. Garrick's possessiveness turned violent as he broke a man's jaw for insulting me, yet in the same breath, he reminded me I was nothing but a "rented whore" he'd bought off a shelf. I had to smile while he kissed me and detach my mind while he touched me, all while siphoning pennies into a hidden account. He thought he could finalize my imprisonment with a twenty-million-dollar apartment on Central Park West, calling it a gift when it was really just a heavier lock on my golden cage. "I don't want to save the world," I whispered to the empty, marble penthouse after he fell asleep. "I just want to save my son." With a predator from my past watching my every move and a master who treated me like a pet, I realized I couldn't wait for my contract to end. I had to run tonight, or Leo and I would both die in this cage.”