Wrong Room: Trapped By The Ruthless CEO

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the adjacent suite, Pen

ed out, his face a mask of impatience. "Are you

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so profound she thought she would p

, a cruel trick of fate. She had pushed it open without a second

blow. The sacrifice, the humiliation, the terror-it had all

d up in her throat. She choked it back,

ng the wall for support, she pushed herself to her feet and stagg

echoed in

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ney. And she would be damn

ugh her own front door, she saw a plain white envelope on her small kitchen table. Tina's name was scraw

pen. Inside was a thick stack of hund

y churning in her gut. This money was meant to save her. Instead, i

de a d

hotel stationery she'd shoved in her bag days ago. She grabbed a p

ved for servi

e B, and walked to the 24-hour convenience store on the corner. She paid a small fortune

tty act of defiance,

stic of the key card and her bitter words. The money she kept. It would go toward her mother's treatment, every last cent of it-even if the thought of

her lumpy sofa, pulled her knees to her chest, and finally allowed the tears to come. They were silent

ke to a splitting headache and

e woman was gone. He reached for the heavy gold watch a

ent from the cloying perfumes of the women he usually entertain

the room. He saw the shattered remains of the phone he'd destroyed

pet. He nudged a piece of the broken phone case with his

ent down and

and slightly worn, the kind

s sketchbook. She was smiling at the camera, a genuine, unreserved smile that lit up

t was her-the woman from last night-but at the same time, it was a complete str

the doorb

r of sweatpants and strode to the door. A hotel

ou, Mr

tore it open. Inside was only his key card and a

ved for servi

en offered," he growled. The casual, dismissive contempt in those five words was unmistakable. She had sent the key card back wi

s, coursed through him. It wasn't just anger; it was the fury of a

hed in his other hand. He looked from the mocking

n phone and dialed h

mmanded, his voic

ears

symphony of rolling suitcases, overlapping an

air was pulled back in a practical ponytail, and the youthful softness in her face had b

ren, a boy and a girl, their heads swiveling

, but it hadn't been enough to save her mother in the end. Six

s Kaile

ze that was unnervingly adult. The girl, Lily, pointed at

king a deep, steadying breath of

mured, more to hersel

it out, a small, genuine smile touching her

ing up to the curb!" The voice on the

ht there," Kailee said, the warmth of her friend's

ymnast. "I'll help, Mom," he said, his small hands a

unced, pointing a chubby finger at a

nd stroked her daughter's hair. "How a

a force strong enough to move mountains. They were her reason. For them, she had to make

a fateful encounter w

loor office overlooking Central Park, the man she was trying to forge