Escaping My Vicious Billionaire Husband

Chapter 4

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dead silent. Only Ferr

t, her bloody palm gripping the leg of the sofa. Her

head. Her swollen, red eyes locked o

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nerve he didn't know he had. His leather shoes thudded a

and fingers clamped around he

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f her skin was diseased. He pulled a silk handker

e. She stumbled backward, her lower back slamming ha

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ed out, stumbling

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hions. She scrambled backward, pressing her spine against the armres

of heavy-duty swelling cream. His face was a

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nched her jaw, refusing to accept thi

n, his large hand wrapping around the bac

g ice pack directly ag

olette gasped, her hands flying up to grip his wrist. Physiologica

essed harder, forcing the col

d, staring dead into her eyes. "You will smile. Y

w the reporters even a fraction of a flaw, I will make sur

over the bruise, and tossed the used cotton swab into

d walked toward the master b

d hit the doork

y beds tonight,"

om door cl

her arms around her legs, burying her face in her k

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“Colette stepped out of the federal prison, finally breathing the air of freedom after two agonizing years. But instead of a bus home, a black armored SUV blocked her path. Ferris Vance's men kidnapped her right at the gates. He forced her to sign a marriage certificate, threatening to completely destroy her father's legacy if she refused. The nightmare had only just begun. She soon learned her father had been driven to suicide anyway. Dragged into the Vance estate, Colette was beaten bloody by the family of Ellie, the girl she supposedly wronged. Ferris paraded her in a pure white gown for the cameras, playing the fiercely devoted husband. But the second the lenses turned away, he forced her into a coarse maid's uniform, making her scrub the freezing marble floors on her hands and knees. "Your life isn't even worth the dirt on my shoes." Ferris whispered those words as he threw his muddy boots at her bruised face. She was nothing but a piece of bleeding bait, a prop meant to lure his missing lover out of hiding. She was tortured and humiliated for a crime she had absolutely nothing to do with. The sheer injustice of paying the price for another woman's disappearance tore her soul apart. When he cornered her in the bathroom, the last thread of Colette's sanity snapped. She hurled a bucket of filthy water right into his face, broke out of his grip, and threw herself out a window into a freezing storm. This time, she chose to escape, even if it meant death.”