Dark Obsession: The Billionaire's Helpless Prey

Chapter 4

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e purred behind her

ick pavement. She tried to melt into the late-night crowd, but

ided like a shark-silent, black,

slid down. Finnegan's face remained in sha

rumble, carrying easily through the frozen ai

her ribs. She broke into a clumsy run, her h

e from the car

n unfolded himself from the back seat. In two long strides

is chest. Gasping, she staggered back, her eyes

trouser pocket, looking down at her like a colle

demand. He extended a hand, not to help her up, but as

metallic shock of blood. "I don't

ng over the screen. "I'm sure Kendell would be happy to come down here and

of Kendell-drunk, furious, dragging her back to the car-was unbearable. A ho

h. "Caprice Booth." Th

ame slowly, softly. "Caprice. Bo

The air thickened, charged with something electric and danger

gance of it was stunning. Of all the things she'd expec

ng eyes and realized, with a jolt o

way to something wild and hysterical-a lau

shoes, up the impeccable lines of his sui

Arms trafficking? Only a gangster or a warlord would have the audacity to

river in the front seat s

the cold amusement vanished, replaced by a burning, hungry fire. It was the lo

us laugh rumbl

shing the curve of her ear

ce Booth. You now have

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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.”