Trapped By The Ruthless Wall Street Tyrant

woke with a gasp, tangled in silk sheets that felt cold against her skin. She tried to shift, to slide out of the

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, gray-blue depths. It was the gaze of a predator, always alert. His arm,

?" His voice was a low rumble ag

mach. A wave of nausea churned upwards, and the color drained from her face. She bit do

s fingers traced the delicate skin of her nap

al, but the undertone

s arm away with a strength born of panic, she scrambled from the bed. Her bar

ammed shut

up. In the vast mirror, her own reflection stared back-a pale, haunted woman with a conste

with such force that it h

loosely tied at his waist. His tall, broad fr

om her pale face, down her trembling form, and then stopped, fi

n the faucet. The sound of rushing water filled the suffocating silenc

d. He turned and walk

e was safe. Then she heard his voice from the bed

Park Avenue. Now. I want

ut of the bathroom, her wet hands leaving damp pri

orcing her head up. His eyes, cold and s

her damp lip. "You better pray th

earby chair and threw it at

y in his voice.

t terry cloth. The fabric was a flimsy shield against his

her wrist, his grip like steel, and dragged her out of

e impact jarring her already aching body. She watched, numb, as he methodically dressed

lection in the mirror perfect and severe. He lo

at her feet. "You have three minutes

It only ever made things worse. Turning her back to him, she quickly shed the ro

k, his expression darkening. He hated anyth

te with its strings cut. He stepped forward

er against her ear. "Remember your place. Y

de and red-rimmed, flew to his

n her gaze. It was far more interesti

cold, powerful mask ba

the cold marble floor like walking on knives,

y divider was raised, sealing them in a suffocating, leather-scented capsule. Eleano

d for everything. His peripheral vision caught her attempt to shrink away. With a sl

shoulder, her hand instinct

id not go unnoticed. Axel's eye

ting out some touching maternal drama," he sneered, his fingers

creet, high-end private clinic on the Upper East Side,

anor frozen in her seat, he leaned back in, his arm hookin

t, completely cleared of other patients. A man in his fifties with a kind face

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towards the nurses. "Full blood panel. Ultr

drew her blood, the prick of the needle a distant, insignificant pain. She

e her flinch. The technician moved the probe, and on the

ad already shattered, was sque

down at the flimsy piece of paper, at the undeniable proof. For a split second, a f

evels confirm it. She's approximately six weeks pregnant." He pau