Trapped In The Billionaire's Golden Cage

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r monitor. "Your account is sixty-eight thousand in arrears. Dr. Evans has already signed the discharge order

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purse, pulling out four maxed-out credit cards. "Try

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buckled. She reached out, gripping the edge of the cou

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dropped onto the marble surface

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en up at Deven's face. Her eyes went wide, her

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ng under the oversized denim jacket she h

yes blazing with fierce, desperate pride

ersonal space until the scent of his cedarwood cologne

ping around her wrist, peeling her fingers

onsultation room across the hall, kic

ssed a thick, gold-embossed leat

epping up behind her as s

the folder with

and Protecti

mily debts... Relocation to the Barnes Penthouse... Exclusive physical ac

whispered, the words tasti

against her shoulder blades. His breath warmed the sensitive skin behind her ear. "Sign the paper. Anwar and his mot

cle of his arms, looking directl

g with raw, unshed tears. "Your high-class mistress?

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contract, then down

ung on this ink. Her fre

ntract down the center, tearing the thick parchment in

on my own terms than sell my soul to another m

the door, and marched out into the h

ond later, looking at the shredde

I cancel the ho

n contract, a dark, dangerou

mark on his lip. "Let her run. When she realizes how

t of the gleaming glass facade of the Sande

e hospital, but not enough to stop the bleeding. She had come here to demand the return of her father's p

laza, a screech of tires drew the

up to the curb, flanke

stepped out, dripping in diamonds a

ld retreat, Mrs. S

finger as half a dozen paparazzi, who had been trailing the wed

face flushed with rage,

ilee's upper arm like iron clamps, yanking

d, his eyes bloodshot, his face contorti