Trapped By The Billionaire's Dark Obsession

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oor. She checked the vitals on the monit

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her muscles relaxed. A cold, calculated wave of relief washe

a thick post-ope

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onymous, untraceable prepaid credit card and handed it over. She paid the exorbitant remaini

sundress over her head. The fabric was slightly rough against her skin, a stark contrast

nto the hallway. Her flat shoes sank into the thick, sound-

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and ruthlessly autho

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audit of your annual sponsorship accounts,"

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in the cheap fabric. She lowered her chin to her chest. She jus

tep out from

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lid off the top and cras

clatter shattered the

his head, his sharp gaze snapping di

gizing nurse and locked onto

ive expression on his face vanished, replaced i

hem in three long strides, his leather shoes clickin

nails brutally into her palms, using the sharp physical pain to tr

ve frame blocked out the overhead lights,

a high-end clinic in New York?" Jackson gritted ou

bling step back. He

oved," she whispered, her voice shaki

ser. His nose almost brushed her forehead. He inhaled th

g to a lethal whisper. "Or are you planning an

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sing the volatile shift

sly. "If you would please step into th

look at the director, his eyes dea

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back on her an

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