Escaping The Billionaire's Gilded Cage

Chapter 5 No.5

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us in a tableau of silent horror. The music had died. The chatter had ceased. Every eye in the roo

ept my gaze locked on Jaxon's, searching the deep, turbulent blue of his eyes fo

d sob. Her body trembled like a leaf in a storm

wer my question. He didn't even look at me. Instead, he

with his broad chest, his hand coming up to soothe the space between her shoulder blades in a gesture

my face, harder and more humiliatin

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suit, Jaxon finally turned his head back to me. The warmth that I had once found in his eyes, the fire

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ngth draining from my legs. It felt as if

ice a raw, broken thing. "I'm telli

might look at a child throwing a tantrum. "Krystal is shaken. She needs to rest. And yo

dges of the crowd, two men in black suits materialized. They moved with a

knew what this meant.

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final, leaving no room for argument. "The doc

throat, raw with desperation. I looked at him, pleadin

cle of his arms, Krystal lifted her head just enough to meet my gaze. A slow,

tood. This wasn't a misunders

olute. There was no point in fighting. I went limp, all the struggle

ould spend my life with, looked back a

y chest flickered and died, lea

le floor, a shrill, protesting sound that echoed in the dead silence. The guests pa

ent-sandalwood and power-filling my senses for the last time. His lips br

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Escaping The Billionaire's Gilded Cage

Cassandra Modern

“For three years, my fiancé Jaxon kept me locked away in a top Swiss psychiatric clinic, claiming it was the only way to cure my severe PTSD. But as I was signing my discharge papers, the receptionist handed me a recovery certificate dated a full twelve months ago. She casually mentioned that my heavy "psychiatric medication" for the past year had been nothing but vitamin supplements. I rushed back to New York to surprise him, only to overhear him laughing in his private club. He had been married to a billionaire socialite the entire time I was locked away. "A few tweaked medical reports, the right 'medication' to keep her foggy. It bought me the time I needed to secure my marriage." His mother then threw a massive check in my face, ordering me to disappear. Later, a toxicologist friend tested my leftover "vitamins." They weren't just sedatives; they were chemical castration drugs designed to permanently sterilize me. The man who swore to protect me after my father's death had orchestrated my imprisonment and tried to destroy my body, all while playing the devoted fiancé. But Jaxon miscalculated one crucial detail. I was already six weeks pregnant with his child. I picked up his mother's check, wiped away my tears, and crushed the fake pills under my heel. "Help me disappear without a trace." I spoke into the burner phone, deciding right then to take my baby and build an empire of my own.”