Pampered By The Ruthless Billionaire Uncle

sness. The cold, damp concrete floor seeped through her silk dress, making her body

w and burning. Her body was a roadmap of agony-every bruise, every cut, every place the boots had f

l slammed down

ked with a si

aded on her forehead. But she didn't make a s

with venomous sweetness. "This was all his idea, you know. He's only one step away from completely controlling the family. A

t her ribs, a frantic, trapped bird. "I don't believ

with her. So tender. H

ne's phone-the custom-made one Brant had given her-and tossed i

Sophia sneered. "The

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through the sil

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answered. It was Sophia's, already recorded into his voicemail greeting, gi

ped from Vivie

grinding the screen into glitte

you believe me now? Brant has never loved you. Did you really think a girl from nowhere could marry into a family like his? His heart has always belong

away another layer

e could barely walk. Pouring her youth, her family connections, her very soul into build

loving and not loving

esson with her body broken

deep that she co

Sophia. Several sets of them. Rough men w

calm. "To make sure you perform well for our guest," she announced, her voice c

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her. Howeve

lit up with p

thed, licking his lips. "M

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the permissio

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hit her skin. She kicked. She screamed. She bit down on th

anded her across the face so har

and I'll break your fucking jaw. Play

e would not

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uldn't

stance only

ed out of her lungs in a silent gasp. Pain ex

led, grabbing her hair and smashing

ice. Thr

ed at the edges, th

stood silhouetted against the sudden light. She couldn't see hi

Brant's elusive,

gued with him, fiercely defending Brant in h

, to beg for help. Her lips

r the final blow, her vision was filled with nothing but

in... I would never let t

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suddenly, it w

's voice, laced with familiar impatience. "Vivienne, w

sitting in the plush leather passenger seat of Brant's Bentley,

her nails perfectly manicured. She was wearing the Chanel

live. She

s tone annoyed. "Come on, V

e adored now seemed like a grotesque mask. All the pain, all the betrayal, all the hatred from a

ised h

th in her body, she sla