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The Abused Heiress And Her Billionaire Protector

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 740    |    Released on: Today at 11:03

ven bother to raise his voice, letting the shee

it cut through the lingering whispers

their cameras held ha

u think you are? You defile my daug

, trying to rip the duvet away from

his fingers wrapping around Ivette's wrist. The grip was p

er." Each word w

chest. For the first time in ten years, someo

her face a mixture of shock and fury. "Let

sped, his eyes wide with recognition. "My God... that's

ed into the ro

fith. As in, the Griffiths. The family that owned hal

emed and planned, but she never, in her wildest nightmares, imagined the

umbled back, cradling her arm, he

om the floor, and with a gentle but firm motion, he draped it over her trembling shoulders, enveloping her in its warmth

r and steady. "What happened last night wa

gasp. Alexandrea's head snapped

say that? Why woul

plan was to ruin Alexandrea, not

Ace continued, his voice un

. "And for a victim, Mrs. Terry, your reaction is

arp and deadly, slicing through Iv

ammered, her voice losing its righteou

n't bother to argue with her. Instead,

Miss Terry," he paused, letting the silence stretch, his eyes lock

le

deafenin

t struck her. Her brain simply shut dow

frenzy. The camera flashes were blinding, a frantic, d

faint. She had played with fire an

wringing his hands. "Clear the room. I don't want a single ph

s facing, bowed his head and immediately

cked onto Ivette one last time. "Mrs. Terr

was finally cleared, leaving only the three of

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The Abused Heiress And Her Billionaire Protector
The Abused Heiress And Her Billionaire Protector
“Alexandrea woke up with a splitting headache in a strange hotel bed, terrified to find a brutally handsome, half-naked stranger beside her. Before she could even scream, the door burst open. Her adoptive mother, Ivette, stormed in with a swarm of reporters and flashing cameras. "How could you disgrace our family name like this?" Ivette sobbed, putting on a theatrical performance of a heartbroken mother. It was a setup to completely ruin Alexandrea's reputation in front of New York's elite. For ten years, Alexandrea had lived in a house of horrors. Her back and arms were covered in silvery scars and puckered cigarette burns left by Ivette's vicious abuse. Yet to the public, Ivette had carefully crafted Alexandrea's image as a wild, ungrateful, and manipulative liar. Trapped under the duvet, Alexandrea was drowning in shame, her voice lost in the storm of accusations. She didn't understand why her adoptive family hated her so much, treating her worse than a stray dog while using her brother's future to keep her chained. But what she understood even less was the stranger beside her. Instead of panicking, the man slowly sat up, his presence alone silencing the frantic room. He was Ace Griffith, the billionaire heir who owned half of Manhattan. He wrapped his suit jacket around her trembling shoulders, looked Ivette dead in the eye, and dropped a bomb. "I will be marrying her." Then, he carried Alexandrea away from her ten-year prison, ordering his men to dig up the Terry family's darkest secrets and her true identity.”