Escaping The Billionaire's Gilded Cage

Chapter 6 No.6

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gilded hallways, and into the cold night air. They deposited me at the front desk of

ld the tired-looking nurse, then they turned and walked away,

with God knows what, and a look of thinly veiled disdain crossed her fa

d I sat. The air smelled of antiseptic and human misery. A man in the

from the party, combined with the soul-crushing shock, was brewing into a f

creen was lit up with Jaxon's name. A call. Then another. Then

into my purse. I didn't want to hear his

er I didn't recognize. I hesitated, the

xon's personal assistant. "Mr. Francis has instructed me to arrange

what? Lockin

oice a hoarse whisper. "Tell

s, Mr. Franci

ver of ice entering my tone, "to

e could reply and

of my mind. It was the same tone, the same dismissive impatience my father used to use on my mother whenever her tears became inconvenient. The

ed back on itself and became nothing. A void. I waited for t

heart, all that's left is a barren, silent wasteland. And in that

like this anym

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to a small examination room. She took my blood, my temperature, my blood pressu

d wire-rimmed glasses came in, holding a chart. He l

high, and we'll need to admit you to manage that. But there's so

umor? Some rare, fatal disease? A part of me, the par

cross from me. He took off his gla

rine tests..." he started, pau

d stopped feeling anything,

e spoke each word slowly, clearly, as if to m

you're pregnant.

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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.”