Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire Captor

Chapter 7

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on the cold marble, spark

is temple throbbed wildly. The l

out a second of hesitation, he brought

is heel int

and delicate platinum cracking

ed. The tears spille

forward, grabbing his arm, trying to p

were a dea

hite dress. He hoisted her up, p

o her neck. She looked into his eyes. They we

marched toward a dark, unused storage

grip, her fingernails scratching his knuckles, but h

door open, threw her inside

He lo

liver of light bleeding under the door

gh cardboard scraped the skin off her elbows. She scram

ragged breathing filled the tiny spa

e dusty floor back to him. His other hand shot

his voice vibrating with pure malice. "You

ars streaming down her face and wetting hi

nearly killed himself working to get back for this

d the exhaustio

ped to his knees, leaned down, an

s an assault. It tasted

r and humiliation crashed over her. She balled her

them hard against the dusty floorboards above her head.

He ravaged her mouth, swallowing

cal tears poured from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks and

pped fi

turned to stone. She stared blankly at

er. It wasn't submiss

ce water. The red haze of jealousy cleared

his mo

eding lips and her dead, hollow ey

e burning coals. He stood up fast, stum

n't look

self," Elam said. His voi

or open. He walked out and strode toward the stair

open. The hallway light spi

the dust. She wrapped her arms aro

crubbed until the skin broke and bled. The silent, agonizing

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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.”