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Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire Captor

Chapter 3

Word Count: 860 | Released on: Today at 11:03

through the red and

ue campus. She gripped the straps of her canvas tote bag

apped her

bagel wrapped in paper into Jocelyn's hands. "

. She forced a weak sm

ly, a warm, male voi

ng, Jo

. He held a hot latte in one hand and a stack of printed note

and a small, expensive box of Fren

up. This might help," Karson said. He stepped sideways, physic

yn said. A faint, embarras

brows and let out a lo

at parked against the curb. The

the air pressure d

three students. When Karson stepped in front of Jocelyn to bl

said. His voic

e passenger seat tu

e boy?" El

dova. Youngest son of the Cordova fa

He pulled his phone from his suit

Cordova family answer

hority. "I have a business proposition regarding your Europea

n opened his mouth to ask

ated violently

e answered it. The colo

I have midterms-

faint, furious yellin

fund?" Karson gas

at his phone in horror. He looke

gency. My dad is forcing me on a flig

espond. He turned and sprin

vy, sinking feeling settled in

ocelyn's arm. "Don't forget, you need to hit t

ked alone toward the administration building. The a

glass doors and walk

ck on my balance. Jo

up with a bright, professional smile. "You'r

widened. "Wha

private blind trust," the cler

utching the printed receipt. Her mi

y. He had just rushed off t

uick text. Thank you for everything, K

of the administration building a

he blood vanishe

y at the bottom of the steps. It

's seat. He opened the rear door and s

am sat perfectly still. He was flippin

ack. Clic

hit Jocelyn's ear

ked past, staring at the luxury vehic

e lighter. He stared at

," he o

s bag and walked down the steps. She climbed into the

ing off the sunlight. The SUV pulled away fr

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Evvie Foreman Romance

“Jocelyn Yang lived in the grand Turner Mansion, not as a guest, but as a prisoner. Ever since her father's death, the ruthless billionaire Elam Turner forced her to atone for sins her father never committed. On her nineteenth birthday, a male classmate secretly sent her a diamond necklace. Elam, who had flown back from London overnight, flew into a psychotic, jealous rage at the sight of another man's gift. He mercilessly crushed the delicate necklace into the marble floor with his custom leather shoe. "Did you forget what you are?" Elam hissed, dragging her into a pitch-black storage room. "You take gifts from other men behind my back?" He pinned her to the dusty floorboards and violently assaulted her. The next morning, a wire transfer of $500,000 hit her bank account. He had humiliated her, broken her spirit, and was now casually trying to buy her silence. Later, when a broken bike left her walking miles through a freezing rainstorm, he just shoved scalding tea into her bleeding hands. "Look at you," he sneered. "You look like a stray dog ruining my floors." Jocelyn curled up in the cold, her lips bleeding and her heart shattered. She couldn't understand his terrifying obsession. If he hated her so much, why did he refuse to let her go? Why did he look at her with such manic hunger while systematically destroying her life? Staring at the massive sum of hush money on her phone, a desperate spark of vengeance flared in her chest. Jocelyn wired every single cent back to Elam's account. She picked up her charcoal pencil, vowing to win the upcoming art competition and buy her escape from this monster forever.”