Trapped By The Coldhearted Billionaire's Game

Cassidy Fox's skull, yanking her up from

le before slowly snapping into focus. This was not her bedroom. The ceiling was too high, the ai

hick, blackout curtains draped over the massive windows, swallowing the room in a heavy, suffocat

mlessly into a sitting room, with a private study visible through a half-open door to the left. It was bea

k. C

r heart stutter. She whipped her head toward the sound, the su

through the glass, carving out the hard, uncompromising line of his jaw. He turned slowly, the amber liquid swirling in h

t Ta

the mattress, her fingers clutching the heavy velvet duvet. She wrappe

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s made no sound on the plush carpet, but the sheer presence of him, t

d his wrist. A smartphone landed on the mattress right

screen. Her blood turn

in white sheets, their faces clearly visible. The man was Burt Reese. Her Burt. The woman was a stu

timestamp and the intimate, sweaty details held her gaze ho

was a low, mocking rasp above he

her lungs. Her mind went blank, desperately trying to process the

e scent of expensive cologne and smoky whiskey washed over her. He forced her

sneered, his lip curling in disgust. "The moment things got

ausea for the man she had loved, and a deep, p

d the nightstand for a split s

t hitting the cold floor, and sprinted toward the heavy wooden door. Her

rushed the br

om outside the door. A dark, imposin

chuckle sounded

d still suspended in t

back to her. He poured a glass of

s casual as if he was discussing the wea

. The reality of her situation crashed over her, drowning her in despair. She w

n remained unchanged, cold and assessing. Her terrified glare was nothin

inger at the antiqu

ccept reality," he said, his vo

the windows, pressing her hands against the cold glass. Dozens of storie

bbing the landline. She jam

ce. The li

ond hand on t

lpable weight in the room. Each step felt like a heav

. He looked down at her trembling form,

s voice echoing in the qui

palms so hard she drew blood. She swallowed the lump in her throat, r

ed a strand of her hair, twirling it slowly. The gesture

ing contact. She glared at him, her eyes bu

eepened, a chilling curve of his lips. He wa

ce dropping an octave. "Change in

aving. The absolute disparity in p

was a defeat. As she stepped inside and the heavy door clicked shut behind her, the dam broke. A si