Escaping The Billionaire's Gilded Cage

Chapter 7 No.7

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ttered it. They echoed in the dead space of my mind, a son

gna

ring at the beige wall. Outside the small window, the city lights of New York glittered,

stomach. It was flat, unchanged. But

, suffocating pain. A child. Jaxon's child. The child of the man wh

d, and I had to swallow a surge of bile. This baby wasn't a blessing. It

ld end it. It was early. A simple procedure. I could eras

nd protective. This wasn't just his child. This was *my* child. A part o

vanilla and paint thinner. *You are the only good, pure thing in my life, Alina,* she'd told me once, h

affection? Would they grow up walking on eggshells, desperately trying to earn the love of a father who

a silent scre

ugh me, burning away the weakness, the fear, the heartbreak. A primal, powerful will to survive ignited in my

to get

ind a place where he could never find us, a place where I could give my child the one

the first time all night, I felt the sting of tears in my eyes. B

ng breath and wiped the

ontrol. He would never let me go. A direct escape was

arter. I had t

ad to crawl back to him, beg for his forgiveness, and make him believe he had

him, of letting him touch me, made my stomach roil.

His name on the screen was a brand, seared into

ed a broken expression. I cleared my throat, forcing all the hatred and

ressed th

g only

ith an authority that used to make me fe

one last breath, and

and full of a regret I did not feel. "You

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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.”