The Billionaire's Doll: Her Secret Escape

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 926 | Released on: 20/01/2026

felt like a coffin. The air wa

d lethal. He reached out, his fingers gripping Ever's ch

don't know him. But... the way he looked at me. It was lik

yed into his hero complex. It playe

ng for deceit, but seeing only genuine fear-fear of Clarence exp

"He started as a pit fighter in Vegas. Illegal matches. Killed a man with his bare han

who used to braid her hair when the other girls made fun of it. The b

s voice taking on a possessive edge. "

hausted from the hospital run and the terror, started to s

arkness was inviting. Her head lulled to the sid

drif

sleep, but the hand didn't pull away. It guided her head down

er mumbled into his ja

spered back. He stroked her hair. The tend

d at the penthouse,

of the seat. There was no romance in the gesture, only the efficient handling of a valuable acquisition. He carried her through the lobby, his fa

with clinical efficiency, sliding the silk

he bent to pick it up, her personal phone sl

essful: $5,000 s

er passcode-he had insisted on knowing it from d

y transfers. Thousands of

tion service her foster parents used," he muttered to himself. He looked at Ever's sleeping form with a m

cret child; he saw a weak woman shackled by a debt of grati

woke up disoriented.

tantly. She checked the p

ad he seen the texts

untouched. The messages app was closed. But t

seen th

gs shaking. Garrick was eating break

a thick file folder across

this?" Ev

said, turning a page. "I'm putting you in

der. The irony was so

"And because if you're going to throw money away on lost causes, do it with

for her foster parents. Relief washed

Makes you look less like a mistress and mo

ead," Ever said,

er, and kissed her for

ed behind him, Ever picked u

shoved the folder in. She listened t

his charity. She

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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.”