The Mind-Reading CEO Refuses To Divorce

Chapter 3

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f an hour, the burning emptiness in

ven if she had to chew on raw celery, she needed food now. Cracking the door open, she

rvice elevator, a heavy mechanical lock clicked lou

ognized it immediately from the book: the entrance to Garrett's underground safe room, a private bunker fille

his waist, exposing broad, sculpted pecs and tight abs. Cold water dripped from his dark hair, rolling down h

elves to the deep grooves of his eight-pack, and she

g onto her like a predator. In three long strides, his dress shoes

u spyin

the lingering aggression of his condition. Geo

arving and looking

right hand shot out, his fingers clampin

rs, the frantic voice blasted

the bunker? Didn't the book say he locks himself in i

ently, his grip tightening until

wonder he ends up doing all that kinky stuff with

ing across his eyes. Nobody outside his personal physician knew about his neurolo

ches from hers, his voice d

se do yo

is eyes, Georgia forced tears into

ything, I swear!

I know all your dirty secrets backwards and forwards

l face, Garrett felt a bizarre mix of rage and sheer absurdity. He flung her wrist aw

the hallway went dead quiet again,

inating. He could hear every single thought in his wife's head whenever he touched h

oward the main corridor, ready to bolt

o the left. Stay

e hall, leaving Garrett standing in the shadows outside the steel door, hi

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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.”