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The Billionaire's Doll: Her Secret Escape

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 881 | Released on: 20/01/2026

ney. Chandeliers the size of small cars hung from the ceil

e it was a life raft. Or an anch

d a few steps ahead of them, parting the

Ever corrected

brushing her ear. "Stop correcting him. It makes you look inse

e of her cheek. It

es who looked at her with disdain and the husbands who looked at her wit

osphere in th

pressure. The crowd near the entrance parted

walk

skin. But unlike the soft, doughy men of Wall Street surrounding them, this

nce F

th hitched.

those eyes-deep, warm brown like polished mahogany-were the same. T

asn't looking for busines

locked

oar. He didn't smile. He didn't wave. He just stared, a

walking t

ent rigid. He stepped slightly in fro

ce ice cold. "I didn't think the

mpletely. His eyes were glued to Ever's face, tracing e

is voice was deep, grave

me with a strange i

loser to Clarence. The tension was palpabl

le. "Your companion looks... familiar. Remind

fall forward to hide her face. "I

id softly. He extende

e would be a scene. She reac

ensive suit. As he gripped her hand, his thumb brushed

nal they used at the orphanag

her hand awa

wrapped an arm around her shoulders,

azier. Find your o

The threat hung in the a

flustered. "Garrick! The Senato

. He glared at Clarence. "Niles. Stay with her

ay, but he looked

Niles was five feet away, scannin

eared with a

ntleman in the corner,

s a single Red

iar and champagne. But it was her favorite. It was the only

, in the shadows, Clarence rai

He knew e

pushed the tray away

ents later. He saw t

n't eat sweets," h

. "Whatever. Let's g

cided. He grabbed her arm,

dows, Ever couldn't he

ught her eye. He didn't spea

r. Ever stumbled. Garrick caught her, prac

backseat and slammed th

rled, leaning over her. "Don'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.”