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The Billionaire's Doll: Her Secret Escape

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 715 | Released on: 20/01/2026

toxic. Ever could taste it in the air

. Her sketches-weeks of work-were soaked in brown liqui

nst the filing cabin

dripping with false sweetn

wanted to scream. She wanted to grab Zoe by her p

r only connection to the outside world, her only source of inco

aid, her voice dead

't have

sk pho

from his office, his door

d up. "Thi

voice wa

id to your work. I won't have it

ng her back to Zoe. "This is my job, Ga

mly. "Including the chair you're sitting in. I own t

e unbel

own. The plastic receive

fice. Everyone stared. No o

in paradise? Did Daddy

red, grabbing a roll of paper

neered, stepping closer. "You're jus

tung because

e street below. A low, mechanical

Veyron, black and lethal, wa

ing sunglasses, looking like a movi

for me? I matched with

to the wind

stairs, trying to sneak out the back. But

. His voice carrie

e on the

the passenger door. "Garrick s

pressed against the glass, gasped. Zoe'

someone whispered

ace burning. "You are enjoying this

Miles grinned, revving the engine. "He t

e you

e parked across the street. Spencer Cole was behind the whe

miles away in a b

is hopping into Mil

on the Upper East Side. "Garrick is meetin

re, leaning against the entrance pillars,

owing smoke in Ever's direction.

pped. "E

tlement. "Garrick's done with you, right? That's why you're with Miles? How much

his hand moving

d turned

f," Miles warned,

ust want to sample

s were an inch f

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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.”