The Mind-Reading CEO Refuses To Divorce

Chapter 4

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e of cold pepperoni pizza from the staff shelf. Shoving half the slice into her mouth, she chewed furiously, m

d into the kitchen wearing a dry, ch

. She snapped her spine straight and swiped the back of her

, poured himself a glass of ice water from

ridor, what exac

Georgia's stomach drop. She immediately put

It was dark, and

land. Georgia backed up until her shoulder blades hit the s

s left hand and gripped her chin, tilting he

h him tonight? He's standing

er of Garrett's mouth twitched upward before he

palm flat against her should

otice I took off my corset? Hold it together

d: direct skin contact, or even firm pressure through

rkened as he loo

, Georgia. What do you know

ears, her voice shaking wi

ow the keypad code! I'm just your wi

ree years-or at least, recently. He leaned forward, planting both palms against the steel fr

hen who the he

blood draining from her face as h

n shown up in New York yet! Did I say it out l

though his expression remained icy. Georgia swallowed ha

w anyone by that name. Y

e panicking inside, Garrett slowly straigh

sake, I

is voice returning to it

or dinner tomorrow nig

ees gave out, and she slid halfway down the fridge do

istening to her ragged breathing before pulling h

n named Danica connected to the Harrington or Del

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The Mind-Reading CEO Refuses To Divorce

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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.”