Saved by the Playboy Billionaire

der discretion advised. Sending love and healing, and strength

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Jennifer’s mind once she saw her husba

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circumstances, she shouldn’t have had to be that apprehensive in receiving help form people of the opposite sex when she knew that her husband was out of town, but experience ha

nervousness even though she tried her best to hide it, but

it could very well offset Matt even further, and so she quickly mumbled something that sounded like a good bye, and headed indoors, hoping to the heavens that her husband hadn’t heard them pul

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ile on her face. “You’re back, I was not expecting you to be bac

his phone absentmindedly, not bothering to shoot her a l

are you really happy

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g for you and your lover who for some reason is still parked outside my hou

Matt Summers. Her once

ing their courtship, but like every fool in love, she had br

foolish she

rd vomit that seemed to be streaking out of her mouth, “My car broke down at the office today, and I was the only person left at the office, there were no cars available, but just when I was about to lose hope, he showed up and offered to bring me home—” The slap was quick, and sudden, and effective… apparently that was all

e had learnt to live with it, learnt to put up with it, learnt to endure it, learnt to put up a smile on her face and convince the en

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She had refused, of course… but he had been so charming, taking his failure so lightly that she had burst out in a fit of giggles at his antics. Matt had walked out in that moment, and had angrily yelled at her, calling her the most derogatory terms, and then he had attacked the poor man without a word. Thankfully, the gentleman had not pressed any charges,

d again

s wise enough to know that no one was going to stand by her side when it

she had h

e real

ll of your threats, see if I care… all I know is that, I am not staying under this roof with you tonight.” She turned to leave, but he grabbed her hand roughly, it

end!” He roared, shaking her viciously as though sh

er the vows we shared?” He asked sardonically, tightening his grasp on her neck, “Till death do us part. That is the

something… anything she could use to counter his attack, and thankfully grabbed a flower vase. She flung it at his head, and took advantage of the brief respite to flee to the door as she sc

n she was delusional, for he only closed his fingers around her pretty bruised neck once more, “For

way her throat had closed up like that, and so she

neck. Jennifer slumped to the floor as her breath came rushing back, her lungs on fire as it worked overtime to replace all that had been lost. It was funny, but her boss had

ck and jab. He fought like he was born to fight… like a professional wrestler, filled with so much

was by her side in a minute. “Mrs. Summers— Jen, easy, easy… you’re safe now. Co

ut to her, and for now, it