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Trapped By The Billionaire's Vicious Vows

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 837    |    Released on: Today at 11:23

coffee did little to mask the scent of impending doom. Her assistant, Chloe, was alre

ianna?" Chloe asked

Kianna said, forcin

was thrown open with such force it slammed against the wall. Three peo

e've received an anonymous tip regarding multiple code violations. Fire hazards, unpe

orward. "We passed our annual inspection less tha

, with a flick of his wrist, plunged the studio into darkness.

crime scenes. They stretched it across the doors, the windows, the large dr

lead inspector said, handing her a sheaf of paperw

as swift, brutal, a

ing arm around her. "It's okay. Go home.

llow tape was secured. Her sanctuary, the physical manifestation of all her hard work and dreams, was now a p

frantic, jarring sound. The

ep, shuddering breath before answe

and reedy with panic, punctuated by a sob

affic, the city noise, everythin

ive. A truck... they said a truck lost control. He's at N

ess fluttering behind her. The man who had just destroyed her was now in

athing, the sheer terror in her voice.

n in the waiting area of the intensive care unit, looking small and

ched out, her hand cold and trembling, and clutched

n the bed, his head wrapped in thick white bandages. Wires and tubes snaked from his body t

calming tones. Multiple fractures, a severe

d to Kianna, her grip tightening, her eye

room for argument. "You're his wife. He needs you. You will stay h

s ashen. She put a hand to her chest, her breathing sud

ed on her lips

Kianna hear

ateful smile before allowi

ng through the glass at her unconscious husban

was helpless. Vulnerable.

er m

n the door to his room, the soft whoosh of air sealing them in

thought, had

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“I married the billionaire CEO, Julian Harrison, thinking it was the start of a beautiful life. But on our wedding night, he threw an ironclad contract on the table, forcing me to stay in this fake marriage for three years. He believed I manipulated his sick grandmother to claw my way into high society, and threatened to ruin my parents if I refused. When his true love, Gena, returned, she deliberately threw herself down a flight of stairs and framed me. Julian held her bleeding body and looked at me with pure hatred. "You better pray she's okay." He didn't give me a chance to explain. He shut down my design studio, destroyed my career, and unleashed a massive internet hate campaign against me. My phone was flooded with death threats, my parents' address was exposed, and I became a public monster. Fleeing the cyberbullying in a taxi, the driver recognized me and drove recklessly, crashing us right into the path of a speeding semi-truck. As glass rained down and my blood pooled, the last thing I remembered was the tender look Julian gave Gena. I died a hated, pathetic placeholder, taking the blame for a crime I didn't commit. Opening my eyes again, the cold silk of the Vera Wang dress felt heavy against my skin. The heavy oak door clicked open. I was back on my wedding night.”