Trapped By My Sister's Billionaire Fiance

hadn't made it to the bedroom. She'd collapsed here sometime after three, s

elled like burned desperation. She set something on t

in a tuxedo, accepting some award. The headline read: "Knig

Then tell me what the he

oldings. Net worth estimated in the billions. Engaged to Henrietta Snyder, described as "a r

whatever he did or didn't do, you stay away. Men like that don't

of Cornell's face in the club, in the car,

bruise on her cheek, purple and yellow. The marks on her neck where his fingers had gr

allowed them dry and lay down on the bat

down into darkness, into memory, into a pl

t appear on maps. Their house was a converted trailer, rust eating at t

ts stepped out, their faces obscured by shadows, moving with terrifyin

doorframe as they dragged her toward the car, a brutal kidnapping that would haunt Alyssa f

hes. Eyes like frozen lakes. He glanced at the trailer, at Alyssa's pale face in the window, and showed n

tile was cold against her cheek.

own number. The area

. Wear something appropriate

nd visited twice a year and spoke in the clipped tones of some

n't stop shaking. She thought of the dream. T

t of Corne

ked almost normal. Then she found the coat Henrietta had given her last Christmas. Burberry. The only expensive thing she owned. She had to

ounted them, watching the stations blur past. 59th Street. 68th. 77t

stepped out of a boardroom where he'd just dismantled a c

out a thick envelope. "E

his private elevator and pressed the button for the

p, her face transformed by effort and joy. He flipped to the next page

sidence: Upper East Side penthouse. Occupation: Managin

the edges creased. The elevator hummed downward, carrying him toward t

an to

soft. Privat