Pregnant And Fleeing The Ruthless Billionaire

stripe across the king-sized bed. Jodi Holden woke up to the familiar emptiness be

e. There was only evi

or. He'd torn the strap last night. A small, violent ac

screen was dark. No messages. No missed calls. Just the silent, gla

con. The habit was ingrained, a desperate sea

inbox. The sender wasn't Armand. I

eath h

. She typed in the password she had been force

Just the digital signature of an electronic key and a

This was it. He was finally moving her out, warehousing

ught, her phone vibrated with a text m

had been credited wi

marble floor. The amount was too large. It wasn't an allowance.

e, and did something she hadn't done in over a year. She dialed Armand's priv

lmost hear his sigh of annoyance when he finally answered. The background w

od

, distant. The sound

any trace of the panic clawing at her insides. "I

se. "

she asked, the question

est sound she had ever heard. "A reward," he said, his voice fla

e it was turning to slush in her veins. Her obedience ha

ted, the word tasting

r to the office," he said, his impatience bleeding

f it. He had no idea that she was choking on the humiliation. That he had

h. The air felt thin,

ded th

uld be classified as "difficult." Any emotion

ld floor. New York City sprawled below her, a glittering, indiff

t of the perfect, compliant lover. So perfect, so

marks on her neck, the ghost of his possession. For the fi

They were gilded handcuffs. They were a gag

gain. She needed a distraction. Work. Anything to sto

nancial section pushed

tapped it. Her heart didn

aylor to Announce Engage

was accompanied by a grainy photo of Armand at a gala in Monaco,

at, everything c

. The money.

as scrubbing the evidence. Cleaning

roken, silent thing. A tear traced a ho

knew, with a certainty that chilled her to the bone, that