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Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire Captor

Chapter 5

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t behind Jocelyn, lo

-to-ceiling windows showcased the glittering skyline of New York. The heavy blac

ug. She didn't dare step further. She clasped her hands ti

oor of the en-suite

dripped from his wet hair, trailing down his sharp col

f whiskey. The ice cubes

k. C

loor instantly. Her cheeks burned

a. He crossed his long legs. His dark eyes cut through the dim ligh

low sip of

m asked. His voice was husk

the inside of her cheek, terrified t

down on the glass coffee table. He patted

he co

alk forward. She perched on the absolute furthest edge of

ched at her obv

lun

ng around her waist. He yanke

id chest. Her nose hit his hard muscle. The overwhelming

tically against his chest

nst him, burying his face in the top of her hair. He inhale

Elam whispered against her hair. His tone was psyc

ipping. Tears welled in he

he coffee table vibrated violently. The scre

usinessman's ruthless logic

elyn's waist. He sat up str

" Elam

far end of the sofa, pull

d needs you on the ground immediately. The jet is preppe

pid, brutal instruction

n at Jocelyn, who was shak

to London. But you better behave while I'm gone

massive walk-in closet, leavin

t of the master suite, sprinted down the st

or and collapsed

a helicopter's rotors shook the windowpanes. T

eath. The tension drained from her mu

landed on the small desk c

e was circled in red ink.

the text thread with Karson. He had replied to he

he emoji confirmed it in her mi

f she would paint, win the art competition, and pay Karson back e

e, Jocelyn closed her eyes

de the luxurious cabin of a Gulfstrea

displayed the live securit

fyingly calm. He was already calculating exactly how many hour

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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.”