Trapped By The Ruthless Wall Street Tyrant

ed into her vein, a cold tide pulling her under. The last thing Eleano

d-filled ashtray. He pulled out his phone, attempting to read an u

t above the

cedure was successful, Mr. Cochran," he reported, his voice

hed past the doctor and str

ng like a broken doll. The crisp white sheets

defiant red, were colorless. A sharp, unfamili

landed on him. A flicker of awareness returned, and with it, pure ins

extinguishing the strange pang of sympathy. He masked it wi

rstood with chilling clarity: this man would never feel pity for her pain. The life that had been inside her was

anket up to her chin, then turned away. "Do a full cardiac

hem to manipulate. The rhythmic beeping of the machine was the only sound in the

vans said later, handing Axel a prescription. "

. "You'll stay in the penthouse for the n

y spoke, was a raw, hoarse

gripping the bed rails. His eyes were wild, furious. "As long as th

A single tear escaped, tracing a path throu

arked at the nurse to watch her, then stormed out of the room, the

ter. Eleanor's fingers were like ice as

body to move. She pulled the IV from

ave," the nurse said

have the right to leave. If you try to stop me, I will

ed. In that moment, Eleanor had already changed back into

he stepped out of the clinic. She wrapped h

n lit up with unread messages from her internship gr

il to HR, then systematically le

nst the cold glass, watching the gl

th and power behind. It drove into the grittier, older streets

runching on a carpet of dead leaves. A dull ach

ys, taking three tries to fit one into the l

nd smelled of stale ciga

k shape lunged up from the sofa. A glass bottle shattered at her