Bound To The Apex Predator's Obsession

Chapter 6

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f the NYU campus, clutching a stack of heavy reference books to he

n. A cherry-red Ferrari swerved aggressively, cuttin

olmes' notorious playboy nephew, stepped out.

sses to reveal eyes that looked entirely too much like his uncle's. "Let's see what kind of woman

k, her knuckles turning white as she gripped her

million-dollar smile. "Well, look at you. Why

on her chest. He reached out, trying to hook a fi

ch churning with disgust. "Move," she

p forward, trapping her against the edge of the Ferrari. He pulled a V

aybach with a specialized license plate

o the pavement. He wore a bespoke three-piece suit, bu

him this morning crashed into the reality of the tab

antly. He shrank back, his v

and lethal, locked onto his nephew. It was th

the collar of Felipe's silk shirt, his fist twisting the fabri

blotchy red. He clawed uselessly

isper in Felipe's ear. Then, with a violent flick

d, rubbing his bruised shoulder, too terrified to speak. He sc

aded, leaving a suffocati

waiting for the explosion. Waiting for him t

still. He slowly, methodically

didn't even look at her. His gaze swept right over

t back into the Maybach,

aling him away. The car pulled away smooth

solute dismissal crushed her chest. The physical pa

rything. She was

the tears back down her throat. A bitter

d sprinted to

yme was sitting at the mirror

ng dress from Karyme's hand-a black sequined slip dress that barely

stopped just below her thighs, clinging to c

a loud gasp. "H

d lipstick and applied it heavily, masking her pale, tremblin

orm and hailed a cab to the Meatpacking District.

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Waldo Friesinger Romance

“Alexia Vaughan sold her freedom to Manhattan billionaire Holmes Fowler to keep her family from starving. But after a passionate night, his housekeeper handed her a single Plan B pill on a silver tray, treating her like disposable trash. The humiliation shattered her when she saw the front-page newspaper headline: Holmes was officially marrying wealthy heiress Brandon Dalton. While her brother was beaten bloody in the streets over rumors of her being a billionaire's "Sugar Baby," Holmes was busy solidifying his dynasty. Desperate to escape the suffocating reality, Alexia turned off her phone and fled into the city. But she didn't know the phone contained a military-grade GPS tracker. Holmes hunted her down like prey, violently dragged her back to his penthouse, and locked the heavy double doors of his master bedroom. "From now on, you sleep in this bed. Where I can see you," he ordered. Trapped in the pitch-black room, held tightly against his chest, his phone suddenly lit up. It was a 2:00 AM missed call from his fiancée. Tears soaked Alexia's pillow as the agonizing truth set in. She was just a dirty secret locked away in the dark, while his real life happened outside. The next morning, after he violently kissed her to assert his psychotic ownership, Alexia stood trembling on the sidewalk. She looked at his departing Maybach, her eyes hardening with a cold, desperate fire. She would no longer be his captive whore; it was time to plan her escape.”