Trapped In The Billionaire's Golden Cage

hrough the gap in the blackout curtains, strik

had been dismantled and haphazardly reassembled. Her hips ached wit

over, but an immovable weigh

across her bare waist, holding her back flu

revious night hit her

ilk. The desperate, shameless cries she had torn from her own throat as this

r heart hammering

by millimeter, sh

-a sharp, aristocratic nose, high cheekbones, and a square jaw shadowed with dark stu

finance. The man whose signature

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nd sharp, flo

his heavy forearm from her stomach. She held her breath,

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pet, the arm snapped back around her w

n yanked her backward across the she

ng so

t the nape of her neck, thick with sleep

Egyptian cotton sheet over her

all, unable to look him in the eye. "Last night... it w

ed sh

ay eyes were wide open now, cold and assessing as they raked over her flushed face, the

mirk touched his lips. "You think you can use D

ing through her humiliation. "I was drugged by M

to a pair of hired thugs in a

catching a strand of her tangled dark hair

e were acquiring a distressed tech startup. "Name your terms. A condo on the Upper East Side. A

nilee like a buc

. A condo. A

turned her blood from co

ilee spat, yanking her

d his discarded white dress shirt on the floor. She shoved her arms through the over

he scooped her ruined silver clutch from the floor, shoving her cr

completely unbothered by his own bare torso

family investment," he noted coldly. "Outside this door, the Sanders family

the brass door handle.

man like Deven probably had her ent

olden cage built by an arrogant monster like you,

pped out into the private foy

e of the massive penthouse, his thumb s

sounded at the

hanging over his arm. The assistant kept his eyes glued strictly to the floor, p

softly. "The car i

the mattress, standing tall, his bac

thal register that made boardrooms tremble. "Her debts, her family, her daily routin

Mr. Ba

led out of the hotel's delivery en

b, practically collapsing in

eyeing her oversized men's shirt a

, her phone vibrated vi

d: Westchester Care

ith a trembling thumb, pres

at midnight. We have initiated the transfer protocols. If the fifty-thousand-dollar deposit