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Bound By The Tycoon's Dark Love

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 720    |    Released on: Today at 10:53

g wearing dark sunglasses. She nervously scanned the street

shop on the corner. She pushed the door op

ook one look at Chloe's pale face and her lips were

hands around a steaming mug of black coffee,

t a string of vicious curses. "He is a li

he repeated what the NYPD officers had tol

e wooden table. "Then we go to a j

"I have no documented physical abuse. No threateni

air family's legal team will bury me in paperwork

her hair in frustration. Sh

loe flinched violently. She shrank back into the deepest corner of the

them to her. Her eyes were full of pity. "How d

le. Her mind was dragged back to the gothic

e whispered. "It started in high

speak to her in the hallway would mysteri

"He was doing t

o my mother's art gallery. The Sinclair trust owned the building. He

is strings just to keep he

Chloe's freezing hand. "You are not alone

elf out of the past. She had a job. She h

r her sunglasses and adjusted th

shop. Rachel insisted on walki

I can't drag you into his

ding down the stairs into the subway stat

e herself in the anonymous crush of the crowd, a place where even he couldn't single her out. The train roared into

y tight. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck stood

but exhausted, angry New Yorkers staring at t

er way out of the doors and practically sprinted up the stai

he towering glass facade of her law firm.

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Bound By The Tycoon's Dark Love
Bound By The Tycoon's Dark Love
“Chloe Sullivan finally thought she had escaped her high school nightmare. She was a successful Manhattan corporate lawyer, celebrating a massive case win. But the lounge lights flickered, and there he was. Axel Sinclair, the billionaire who had relentlessly controlled her ten years ago. He hadn't just found her; he had secretly bought her apartment building just to ambush her in her own hallway. The nightmare escalated instantly. The police refused to help, terrified of the Sinclair name. He cornered her at work, forcing her law firm to make her his personal counsel by threatening to destroy her colleagues' careers. He tracked her phone, monitored every bite of food she ate, and even bought entire restaurants just to control her diet. When the stress made her physically collapse, his bodyguards threw her into an armored car equipped with military signal jammers. "Your life is mine. I don't give you permission to die." Ten years of running, studying, and building an independent life, all shattered in a matter of days. How could the American justice system she dedicated her life to be so utterly useless against one man's capital? Why was he so sickeningly obsessed with her that he would manipulate all of New York just to cage her? As she woke up in a private hospital bed, heavily sedated and physically trapped in Axel's arms, Chloe realized a terrifying truth. He was changing his tactics, wrapping his violent madness in a suffocatingly gentle package. The physical hunt was over, but her desperate war for survival had just begun.”