Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire Captor

Chapter 8

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e dining room table, b

eyes were swollen red. Her face was devoid of color. T

ircase. She sat at the absolute furt

d eggs. She took one look at Jocelyn and frowned.

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hake. The fork clattered

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t like physical slap

aste of blood and dust from last night rushed back in

care. This

her, and now he was buying her si

air. The wooden legs scrape

gry," Jocely

dining room. She didn't grab a coat. She ran

s gave out. She collapsed against the trun

the bank app on her phone. The tears she ha

y. A toy he could

screen, initiating a new transfer. She typed in Elam's a

a tiny, desperate spark of vengeance flared

tood up, and walked t

study of the Turner Mansion, El

opped up. Tran

d. He had sent the money to buy her a new

ew it back

, pens, and a crystal paperweight crashed to the f

autumn wind bit through her thin sweater. She

lled strongly of turpentine and oil paint. The ot

k of charcoal. She stared at the blank canvas, desperate to

across the rough paper

tead of drawing the plaster bust at the center

nce. The trauma

sive, and violently intense ma

re that she didn't hear the clicki

advisor and art instructor, s

eyes narrowed into sharp slits. Sh

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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.”