The Ruthless Billionaire's Rare Captive Rose

Chapter 4

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othes into a suitcase with a sense of g

bubbly and apolog

door to find

tailored gray suit that probably cost more than her entire year's rent. He made t

mall, cluttered living room, an

stammered. "What

issive, as if Jeri's whereabouts were a trivial detai

but she was too intimidated to call him on

rusion felt like a violation. Her room was her sanctuary, small and girlish,

er in a rabbit hutch. It elec

her had insisted she pack. A wave of shame washed over her. She moved to

his large hand completely enveloping hers. "Don't bother

l her hand away,

ush sat in a simple clay pot. It was her one indulgence, a plan

xpression unreadable. He reached out with his free

s voice a low murmur, "that some ro

d at him,

. Too delicate. They require the most meticulous care, the finest s

avy with unspoken meaning. He was talking

isper by her ear, "are that kind of rose." He paused, letting t

h spread from her neck to her cheeks, setting her skin on fire. Her mind went complete

lustered silence. A ghost

st, but her skin still ting

-packed suitcase as i

turning toward the

w, shockingly intimate nic

looked back at her. His eyes hel

im out of her apartment, leaving the door

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“Alexa Thorne was just an eighteen-year-old girl trying to survive her wealthy friend's sweltering summer pool party. But a violent asthma attack, triggered by heavy cigar smoke, forced her to confront the man smoking it-Armando Holmes, a ruthless Wall Street billionaire and her friend's older brother. She begged him to put it out. He complied, but his cold gaze instantly shifted into a terrifying, predatory obsession. From that moment, her quiet life was over. Armando cornered her in a dark hallway, staking a terrifying claim. He forced her into his Bentley, practically kidnapping her to his secluded Hamptons estate, a gilded cage he called the Rose Manor. When he offered her a dark rose and declared his "enchantment," the sheer terror finally made Alexa run. But she tripped, tumbling down the hard stone steps, breaking her arm and severely gashing her face. Waking up in the hospital, facing the horror of a permanent, ugly scar, Alexa wept in sheer despair. She didn't understand why this dangerous, powerful man had targeted her, tearing her away from her modest life just to lock her in his terrifying grip. "I swear to you, you will not have a single scar." Armando vowed, his eyes burning with dark possession as he effortlessly dismissed her own brother's attempts to protect her. As he personally tended to her most humiliating needs with trembling hands, Alexa realized with chilling clarity: the real nightmare wasn't the fall, but the inescapable, obsessive love of the monster who had claimed her.”