The Mind-Reading CEO Refuses To Divorce

Chapter 2

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and disappeared into Manhattan traffic, Georgia let

her insides. Dark spots danced across her vision. The original Georgia had starved herself for yea

ce of chocolate, only to find rows of organic, gluten-free oat bran. By the kitchen doorway, Martha

e sound of brisk, heavy footsteps crossing the foyer.

chen into the front hall. Halfway across the marble floor, her kn

k wife collapsed straight toward him. On pure reflex, he l

lid wall of his chest, the crisp scent of ceda

gh his suit jacket, a loud, snappy fema

e nearly cracked my skull! He better write me a ten

arted around the foyer. Nobody was there except Martha

. Georgia's eyes were closed, her lips

m out cold? Just wait until that divorce paper is signed, I'm booking

crystal clear and drippi

n his cheek. In sheer shock, he yanked his arms back. Without his support, Georgi

ce cut off, leaving the

t his throbbing temple. For years, he had taken heavy neurological suppressants to control his manic

e, Martha hurried forward,

d I call Dr

ld breath, shoving down

on't let her die on

and together they hauled the uncons

ers curled slowly into a fist. Turning sharply, he strode down the hall to his

swallowing them dry. Yet the phantom voice shouting "Holy shit" echoed in his memory. With a sharp tug, he loosened h

k on her forehead, completely unaware that she had just blown her cover. Down in the st

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“Georgia Harrington woke up to a nightmare: she had transmigrated into a trashy billionaire novel as the doomed, disposable contract wife of the ruthless Wall Street tyrant, Garrett Delacruz. Destined to die penniless after their three-year contract ended, she decided to play the perfect, meek wife to secure a massive alimony payout. But she didn't know that whenever Garrett touched her skin, he could hear her every thought. When she collapsed into his arms, pretending to be frail, her mind was screaming. "Holy shit! Is this guy's chest made of cast iron? He nearly cracked my skull! He better write me a ten-million-dollar check for medical damages right now!" When she tearfully threw her arms around his neck, swearing he was the only man in her heart, her inner voice was plotting wildly. "Ugh, I'm gonna throw up! Hang in there for the hundred-million-dollar payout, girl! Once the cash hits my offshore account, I'm hiring ten twenty-year-old pool boys who look just like Ernst to fan me with palm leaves!" Garrett, who secretly suffered from a violent intimacy addiction, was driven to the brink. Her soft skin and greedy, shameless mental rants became the only cure for his madness. Georgia couldn't understand why the icy billionaire, who was supposed to toss her aside, was suddenly cornering her. Why were his eyes turning dark with raw, predatory hunger every time she faked a tear? Just as she eagerly counted down the days to her hundred-million-dollar payout, Garrett locked the bedroom door. He was tearing up the divorce agreement tonight, and she was never leaving his cage.”