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Escaping My Vicious Billionaire Husband

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 753    |    Released on: Today at 15:01

ill running in the bathroom wh

His face was pinched with disdain. Two

is voice devoid of any warmth. "He ordered your relocation to the basemen

to the sofa. She grabbed Colet

ack protested, but she didn't fi

apron. She swept Colette's lone sneaker and her cheap jac

take the grand staircase. Instead, they shoved her down a

l of mildew and damp earth filled her lungs. The overhead light

A maid shoved open a chipped woo

shut. The deadbolt cl

e came through the wood. "Do

e yellow bulb hung from a wire on the ceiling. There

concrete floor seeped through her thin sneaker and numbed her bare toes, sending a familiar, terrifying chill up he

onto the edge of the cot. The w

her's warm smile flashed behind her eyes. Then, the horrific thought of hi

mouth to muffle the agonizing

soaking into the rough, mu

r thin clothes, sinking straight into her bones. She pulle

ng Island Sound, rattling the tiny,

stared at a water stain on the con

ale gray light crept throu

to the size of golf balls. H

he sudden flood of bright ha

r by the arms and hauled her to her feet, dragging

o a massive, bright

artist, and Roxanne, an elite stylis

eft and right. He clicked his tongue in disgust.

ment bag, revealing a breathtaki

a chair in front of a m

uised cheek and dark circles. Hairpins scraped aggressively against her scalp as her

into the gown, she stood in f

pensive. But her eyes were completely dead. She looked

hands together, a wi

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Escaping My Vicious Billionaire Husband
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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.”