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Dark Obsession: The Billionaire's Helpless Prey

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 772    |    Released on: Today at 16:12

-Chase pointed a finger at Caprice. "Just some nobody Kendell brought along," he said, his

dge Chase's words with a blink. He slowly, deliberately,

ckled down his temple. His expensive smile had comple

s the silent room with perfect clarity. The calmness was more frightening than a sc

g to be sick. The glass trembled in his hand, amber liquid slos

k with fear. You could hear the faint crackle

e was gone, replaced by the careful deference of a man who knew exactly how much

dell, cold and sharp. "Don't be

lenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides, but h

egan-had just dismantled two of the most arrogant people in the room

lm up. It was a beautiful hand, long-fingered and elegant, but it felt like

The words were soft, but

t hear it. Every instinct screamed at her not to take it, not to obey. She remained seated, froz

onlookers. Someone whispered "no way" from the ba

t inches from hers. She could see the fine weave of his suit, the pulse ticking slowly at his temple-steady, patient,

er ears only. "That's a lovely dress. Fr

h, every faded thread. She was transparent to him. A hot wave of shame washed over her, so intense it made her dizzy. It wa

e, desperate rage-the last ember of a girl who had spent mont

feet. She shot up from the seat, her hands coming up

went deat

ed a drink on his sleeve had his firm crushed within a week. A senator's son who mocked him at a charity gala watched his

Zara dress had just shoved him in

The silence was a held breath

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Dark Obsession: The Billionaire's Helpless Prey
Dark Obsession: The Billionaire's Helpless Prey
“I was the unwanted stepsister in the wealthy Steele family, living like a stray dog. Everything changed the night my stepbrother Kendell dragged me to a VIP club, where I caught the eye of Finnegan Emerson, the most ruthless billionaire in New York. To save his own skin, Kendell traded me to him without hesitation. "Take her. Just get her out of my hair." I tried to run, but Finnegan hunted me down and locked me in his car. Worse, our housekeeper accidentally revealed my fatal weakness to him: severe asthma triggered by dog dander. The very next day, Kendell deliberately brought a massive German Shepherd into the house, laughing as I collapsed, gasping for air. He announced that Finnegan had kindly offered his isolated, hyper-clean estate for my "safety." As I lay on the floor dying for a breath, the terrifying truth I found online echoed in my mind. Finnegan was a pathological germaphobe who destroyed people for merely brushing against his suit. Yet, he had grabbed my wrists and touched my lips without a single flinch. Why was this monstrous, cold-blooded predator so deeply obsessed with a nobody like me? As my vision blurred, my phone lit up with a message from him, bypassing every block I had set. He had cut off all my escape routes, but I swore I would find a way out of his golden cage.”