Bought A Gigolo, Got A Billionaire CEO

Chapter 7

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t stabbed at her retinas. A dull, throbbing agony p

om. The scratchy sheets smelled like industrial detergent. She

she sa

g legs were crossed at the ankle. He was watching her, his dark eyes unr

n her. Her father's death. The bankruptc

e flared in her chest. She refused to let this man-a gigolo she had

ring the wave of nausea. She point

r throat bruised and raw.

sed his legs and stood up. He smoothed the front of his ruine

ck at her. "You still owe me a million dolla

tting the door cli

e later, the door

vy suit, looking like he had just stepped off a yacht

andage on Alexis's

er pitcher from her bedside ta

ing ice water everywhere. Carlos stepped over the puddle, walking right

n. "I drained the accounts. Dollie and I took everything. Co

re is my mother?" she demande

folded piece of paper bearing the hospital's official s

arlos smiled, his teeth showing. "As your concerned former family member, I signed the author

. She lunged forward, grabbing the IV line ta

pping onto the white sheets. She tried to

n the chest, forcing her

e. "If you try to fight me, I will make sure your mother

, laughed out loud, and

ood in her mouth again. She bit her lower lip until

smug voice echoing from inside. He paused by the door, leaning against the cold corridor wall. His grip tightened

Find out which psych ward Harriette Mills was ta

She walked to the small closet and pulled out her dirty, blood-stained trench coat.

leaned heavily against the wall, and began the agonizing

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Bought A Gigolo, Got A Billionaire CEO

CHRISTINE ROBINSON Modern

“Alexis signed the divorce papers, leaving her with no assets, no alimony, and just the clothes on her back. To forget her abusive husband Carlos, she got drunk and bought a high-end gigolo for the night with her last 800 dollars. But the man she slept with wasn't an escort. He was Jarrett Hughes, a ruthless billionaire CEO. And while she was gone, her ex-husband was busy destroying her entire life. Carlos framed her with fake photos of her cheating to justify the penniless divorce. Then came the real nightmare. Carlos and her own aunt secretly drained her family's corporate accounts, driving her father to jump off a building. At the hospital, her grieving mother blamed her for the tragedy, violently attacking her in the ER. To top it off, her cousin Josie-who was secretly sleeping with Carlos-held her father's ashes hostage. "Crawl on your knees and pick it up, or the ashes go in the river," Josie sneered, throwing cash into the freezing slush. Stripped of her marriage, her father, and her dignity, Alexis sat bleeding in the snow. She couldn't understand why the people she loved most had coordinated such a brutal slaughter against her. But Carlos and Josie made one fatal mistake. They didn't know the "gigolo" Alexis had accidentally bought was the most powerful man in New York. Alexis looked at the towering billionaire standing behind her, a vengeful fire burning in her eyes. "I need you to get my father's ashes back," she said, pulling him into a kiss right in front of her ex-husband. "I don't care what it takes."”