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Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire Captor

Chapter 6

Word Count: 745 | Released on: Today at 11:03

gh the sheer curtains,

the third day since Elam had left for Lo

ing pressure that usually crushed h

s. She tied her hair into a high ponytail. She looked in

wnstairs to t

rying a bowl of long-life noodles and a smal

iss Jocelyn," Earl

with happy tears. She closed her eyes, clasped her ha

ied, her phone buzzed

internatio

nswered i

ce came through the speaker, slightly d

Thank you, Karson

out school and his sudden trip. T

"Jocelyn, I really miss you

htened around the phone. She didn't know what t

"I tracked the international courier. It shou

n, you shouldn't have. I

ential delivery. Just grab it y

ater, the visual doorbel

ked toward t

"I'll get it, Sterling! It's just

nd stepped back w

n a crisp uniform handed her a sleek, square bo

She hugged the box to her chest, de

ed her foot on the first s

g screech of tires tor

lyn

a halt at the bottom of the steps. The re

ner step

nderous, terrifying rage. He had worked three days straight, sleeping zero ho

lked in t

lutched the box to her chest. The blood drained

the box in her arms. The logo of a high-end Europea

zero. Sterling and the maids instantly bowed their

d. His leather shoes cr

kicked in. She subconsciousl

ture poured gasoline on the

He looked up at her. A smile that did

his large ha

s voice was dead calm. It was the c

led. Tears welled in her eyes. If she gave i

atience

ed around her wrist like a vice. He violently yank

fingers in the struggle

d popp

lace spilled out, glittering blind

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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.”