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Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire Captor

Chapter 4

Word Count: 849 | Released on: Today at 11:03

ic New York traffic. Inside the

orns. The only sound was the soft hiss of the climat

red straight ahead at the partition. He tre

r shoulder hard against the door panel, trying to put as m

o the crosswalk. Leland

iolently. Jocely

p and hit the floorboard. The conten

ox of French stomach medicine rolled direct

dropped to

ar turned toxic. He recognized the packaging. It was th

he box. He rubbed his thumb over the French let

lunged forward, her hand reac

mped his fingers around her

e pressure on her

ing with venom, "that this cheap little displ

n's eyes. She shook her head frantically. "

a button on the armrest. Th

at a red light next

lam tossed the expensive medicine out th

ed back up, sea

ough her chest. It wasn't just medicine. It was the

her hard across the seat unti

"You do not have the right to socialize. Yo

y is the sinner of the Turner family. Love

ssion in his eyes paralyzed her. Despair wrapped around

iron gates of the Turner Mansion. I

opened

ust. He adjusted his suit jacket

commanded witho

he stumbled out of the car, her knees shaking. She f

kept their heads bowed, terrified of the letha

ase. He stopped. He turned his head and loo

ugh for every servant to hear. "Go to my master sui

the marble flo

rrified glance before qu

dug into her palms, breaking the skin. The

ce shaking uncontrollably. "I have a

ze over completely. He did

," he

g weight of his au

toward the stairs. She gripped the banister and climbed the wo

ared in his chest. He turned to Sterling and snapped a f

nt of the heavy, double walnut doors of the master

bed the cold brass handle. She took a s

The heavy, masculine scent of Elam's private

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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.”