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Escaping The Ruthless Billionaire's Gilded Cage

Escaping The Ruthless Billionaire's Gilded Cage

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Chapter 1 

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Tower clicked shut behind Al. The blinding sunlight reflecting off the floor-to-ce

spun around with a heavy mechanical creak. His deep eyes, like

the carpet. She reached the edge of the massive mahogany desk and placed a br

for his priva

now retu

a resigna

ward, his broad shoulders casting long shadows on the

aid, his voice low and husk

ase, not from th

uldn't give himse

ut due to various factors,

r nails dug deep into her palms until her skin stung. She

already showing sign

any longer; he migh

l said. Her voice

aso

ed expres

tting m

ing. His fingers froze in mid-air. His pup

eated. The word taste

disdainful laughter. "Who dare

ce. Her throat tightened, and swallowing felt l

ege," Al said, his jaw st

a wedding dress. You know, she's very ill, and

reason for you

rd himself. He pressed the nib into the paper with tremendous force, the metal tip even tearing through the

down. The sharp cracki

ow and menacing like a deadly whisper. "Sign a Level 1 Con

yes. She forced her legs to move, taking one step at a time until she stepped out of

ved instinctively, resting flat on her lower abdomen. She took a t

doors slid open. She stepped inside, watching the numbers pl

ng wind dried her damp eyelashes. She raised her hand and flagg

spital," Al sai

utside the window. The smell of exhaust fumes an

corridor. The pungent smell of bleach and alcohol filled the air. She f

tached to the underside of her nose. Her skin was th

eyes, her voice trembl

cticed countless times. She sat on the edge of the mattress,

s voice light and slightly breathles

eak fingers gripped Al's hand with astonishing strength. A

his mother's face dissipated.

wheels squeaking on the linoleum floor. Al stood up, walked to

aid, checking the screen. "The doctor has

e her for days. She thanked the nurse, left the ward, and h

ed out her credit card. She stared at the total balance at th

ng on the wall. A news anchor was discussing a tech merger. Cyrus Vanderbilt

uickly, her high heels clicking rapidly, unt

Al took off his coat and gently

pocket. Al walked to the

ion letter?" Jan's calm and stead

Manhattan skyline. "Ye

ow morning," Jane said. "Then

Jane," Al

r other hand rested on her lower abdomen. She gazed at her reflection in th

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Escaping The Ruthless Billionaire's Gilded Cage
Escaping The Ruthless Billionaire's Gilded Cage
“When Elle handed her resignation letter to the ruthless billionaire Cyrus Vanderbilt III, she calmly told him she was getting married. Her real goal was to completely escape his control and protect the secret baby growing in her womb. She entered a strictly professional fake marriage with a struggling architect named Jan to pay off her dying mother's massive hospital bills. But Cyrus refused to let her go, ordering his security team to dig into her new fiancé's background to destroy him. The truth Cyrus uncovered was a sick twist of fate: Jan was actually Cyrus's own illegitimate half-brother. To punish Elle, Cyrus weaponized his immense wealth and awarded Jan a ten-million-dollar foundation project. It was a gilded trap designed to trigger a brutal family audit that would ruin Jan's life and lock Elle away forever. Cyrus even cornered her in his penthouse, his fingers digging dangerously into her jaw. "If you walk out that door, I will make sure you never work in Manhattan again. You will starve." Elle felt a suffocating wave of rage and injustice. Their past was just a transaction, and she had already paid her dues. Why couldn't this tyrannical monster just let her go? Why did he demand absolute ownership of her future and her unborn child? When Cyrus's assistant delivered a hundred-page contract demanding Elle submit to him for life, she didn't cry or beg. She looked the assistant dead in the eyes and ripped the death sentence in half. "Tell Cyrus I will see him in hell."”