Dark Obsession: The Billionaire's Helpless Prey

Chapter 3

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ace was pale with panic. "Finnegan, I'm sorry. She just mov

's face, looking right over Kendel

sn't she?" Finnegan asked, his tone casua

old. The defiance in her posture crumbled, replaced by a r

no place for Eleanor's daughter. The air is...unclean." His eyes held hers, and she

ling on Kendell. "I'm taking her home."

dumbfounded. "

but it carried the weight of billion-dollar deals and ru

de versus the very real threat Finnegan posed to his family's business interests. The

word 'betrayal' felt inadequate. It was a cold, hard

shaking with rage. "I'm no

pped, his own humiliation makin

rld, in this family, she was nothing. A piece

ng toward the door with an air of moc

d. But instead of walking toward the door with him, she deliberately shou

lked, fast, out of the VIP room and into

to calm the fire in her veins. She glan

lly ran down the stairs, ignoring the curious looks from other patrons. The tw

ss revolving door and burst out

cough seized her, doubling her over. Her chest tightened i

r inhaler. Her fingers met keys, a wallet, a tube of

forcing herself to breathe slowly, and started walking quickly down t

engine purr, a sound that was too s

ed her he

lub's private garage, its headlights cutting t

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“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.”