Trapped In The Billionaire's Golden Cage

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wisting her arm with all her might, but Anw

he yanked her collar downward, exposing the deep purple bruises a

hering crowd of reporters and corporate e

ion. "My son showed her family nothing but charity after her father stole millions and killed himself, and

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ng the air straight out of her lungs. But beneath the pan

"You humiliated me! In front of the entire Barnes fam

ard her face with all

e the pointed heel of her boot

echoed above the

e entirely as he collapsed onto one knee, clutc

ip, stepping back. Her hair was wild, her jacket

anders family survived for ten years on my father's investments! You dumped me the second the

red-lacquered nails aiming for Jenilee's eyes. "Guards! Hold her down

rom the lobby, grabbing Jenilee from behind, pin

us hatred. He grabbed Jenilee by the throat, squeezi

're going to crawl on your knees and beg me to pay for you

swim. But she held his gaze, baring her teeth, and

raising his fist to

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n, completely boxing in the Sanders Bentley and severing

ht men in tactical charcoal suits and

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g Jenilee. A blur of movement-two brutal palm strikes to the throat, followed

raised in the air, his blood

lled, backing toward her car. "Do you kn

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ks on his French cuffs with casual, lethal elegance. The pure coldness radiati

utterly, comp

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red behind his microphone. "T

face until she looked like a walking corpse, her manicur

of the entire Barnes empire, a man who operated on a tier so far above the Sande

the crowd. He didn'

man were a speck of dirt, stepp

on her pale neck, her torn collar, and th

draped it gently over her shivering shoulders, and pulled the

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