The Billionaire's Doll: Her Secret Escape

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 736 | Released on: 20/01/2026

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Patek Philippe watch-shot out from

looked bored. Which was i

k said softly, "and

rd. Spencer stumbled, ne

usly, rubbing his wrist. "It was

ally cleaning each finger as if he had touched rotting meat. He didn't look at

Ever, not looking at Spe

of her back. She could feel the tension radiating off him.

ad pre-ordered for her. White breeches, tall leather boots. Throug

yelling. Then a slap. A sh

lf on. It was his date.

St. Mary's. It sounded like the night

of hay and horse manure was grounding. It

ld ride," Garrick said

on a swaybacked mare named Bessie at the orphanage far

the groom to help Ever up onto a mare, but she swung her

d an eyebrow.

on the reins. His chest pressed against her back, his arm en

red into her hair. "My canary.

ahead, feeling the bi

cer was there, mounted on a grey g

just a scrimmage, but Spencer was play

He spurred his horse, slamming its

a stirrup. She teetered, the

had anticipated the move. He hauled her upri

e?" Garrick ro

er smirked. "

ted and stormed over to his date, a young girl w

slapped the bottle out of her hand.

rl cri

y a white-hot rage. She saw herself in that girl. She saw ev

f her horse

go!" Ever

shoving a wall, but he was so

re," Spencer spat. He

sing her eyes, wai

e. Instead, she hear

ose that sent Spencer sprawling into the dirt. There was no wild rage in Garrick's movement, only a terrifying, clinical prec

club had

ire who never lost his tem

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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.”