Branded By The Devil's Cruel Kiss

Chapter 7

Word Count: 778 | Released on: 12/05/2026

hotel key card. Her brain

Her shoulder blades slammed hard against

violently. She shook her head. "No, that's

ard, trapping her completely in the narrow alcove. His massive stom

hat a Series C funding contract can't buy," Mortimer sneer

gical wall shattered into dust. P

squeeze through the small gap between Mortimer's a

about the overs

er right ankle twisted violently. A

ed. His thick hand shot out and grab

ckward with

p was being ripped off her skull. The sheer force of

hard. Her elbow slammed into the wall, sending

The thrill of the hunt, the excitement of her res

bed her bare ankle. He began to drag h

versized high heel on her left foot flew of

rame of the hallway. Her fingernails dug into the wood so hard tha

d at the top of her l

c in the main room surged, a deafening drop in the tr

raised his thick, meaty hand and br

lie's head snapped to the side. Her ears rang violently. The metall

grip on the doorframe loosened. Mortimer yank

er thighs, pinning her to the floor. His hand

pping fabric was the sound of her doom. Elie squeezed her eyes s

e from the main room. It sounded like a

ay was abruptly blocked by a towe

dress. He looked over his shoulder, his face twist

ather oxford shoe shot out from t

ed squarely with the s

ick lifted his two-hundred-and-fifty-pound body completely off Elie

e gasped for air, clutching the torn pieces of her

f the hallway. He looked like a de

His chest heaved, and his eyes were a terrifying, bloodthirs

r's expensive shirt. With a terrifying display of raw strengt

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“Elie Joyce's entire life was controlled by Ebert Ewing, a ruthless billionaire who held her sick grandmother's survival and her family's freedom in his hands. But on a freezing, stormy night, he forced her into a scandalous scrap of red silk and handed her over to a notorious, disgusting predator. "You aren't an escort. You're just a free gift." Ebert mocked her, using her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a corporate funding round. When the predator humiliated her, forced high-proof vodka down her throat, and violently pinned her to the floor, Ebert simply watched with dead eyes. And when Ebert finally intervened to brutally beat the man, it wasn't out of mercy. "She is my property. Even if she is trash that I threw away, a filthy pig like you doesn't get to touch her." Afterward, he dragged her battered, barefoot body into his car, only to kick her out into the torrential rain, leaving her on the dark streets to die. Standing in the storm, shivering and bleeding from broken glass, the last shred of Elie's hope shattered. She had sacrificed her dignity and soul, enduring his violent bites and cruel control, just to keep her family alive. Why did she have to suffer this endless, twisted humiliation for a psychopath who only saw her as trash? But she didn't break. Tearing a strip of his expensive shirt to bandage her bleeding foot, Elie gripped her broken stiletto like a knife. With her eyes turning cold and calculating, she limped out of the shadows. She was going to survive, and Ebert Ewing would soon realize she was no longer his obedient prey.”