My Ruthless Ex Demands Me Back

Chapter 4 Room Service for a Tyrant

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form, from the form-fitting black dress to

followed his line of sight. His eyes widened with a

herself for the humiliation, for Julius to expose t

e dismissive as he spoke to Fry. "No on

arp sting, but they were also a

as the group moved past her t

she forced her limbs to move again. She worked the

ed her, holding a room service ticket. "The guest in the Pre

mber was the one Julius kept on permane

se go?" she asked

ed. "Mr. Carlisle request

food trolley into the service elevator, her he

ssive double doors, took a deep,

y Caleb. He leaned against the doorframe

id, stepping aside.

was on the sofa, his suit jacket gone, the sleeves of his crisp

document in his hands. Caleb slipped out, clos

the vast suite

ng slightly as she began to arrange the

ide. He looked up, his blue eyes de

request. It

aightened up. "I need the money, Mr. Ca

his tall frame casting a long, intimidating

d, stopping directly in front of her. "I'

ack, her legs bumping into the

the trolley's handle on either side o

er ear. "Or do you prefer it here? Wearing this uni

e low timbre of his voice sent a wa

lips before she could stop it. "I already have a boyfriend. He wou

re out, the temperature

sses up with a single, deliberate knuckle. The l

e look on his face promising

is gaze, refusing to show weakness. The fact that her lie had so

ugh rumbled in his

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My Ruthless Ex Demands Me Back

Lucy Cartwright Modern

“After three hellish years in a psychiatric facility, Kyra was finally released. She just wanted a quiet life, but her billionaire ex-husband, Julius-the very man who had locked her away-refused to let her go. When she rejected his demand to return to his side, the retaliation was swift and suffocating. His new fiancée faked an injury to frame Kyra, instantly making her the target of a vicious national cyberbullying campaign. Fired from every job and treated like a damaged asset by her own parents, Kyra was forced to scrub plates in a greasy diner just to survive. But even there, the fiancée's brother tracked her down, publicly tearing her clothes and attempting to drag her away. Julius suddenly appeared to "save" her, but his method was chilling: he orchestrated a brutal accident that shattered the brother's leg forever. He then tossed Kyra a keycard to a high-security luxury apartment, calmly stating it was for her own safety. Kyra stared at him in pure, primal terror. He had destroyed her reputation, disposed of her dead mother's only photograph, and violently crushed anyone who dared to help her. How could he call this sick, monstrous obsession "protection"? "I don't need it!" she screamed, shoving the car door open and fleeing into the dark. She had thought she was escaping a cage, but now she knew she had to fight her way out of a nightmare.”