OWNED BY THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE

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mmer out my fears visible on my face.

fear. I couldn't hide the terror that was written all over my face.

been all these years? I've looked for you everywhere, and I never gave up hope of finding

en left a note on your door, asking you to wait for me. I never stopp

rds to say. I couldn't speak, as if my mouth was paralyzed by a force I couldn

ke sense of what had happened. I felt like I was drowning, and his question

ow, I just need to be with my husband." I tried to sound strong and resolute, but I could hear the weakn

ous. "Don't tell me you are married?" His tone was sharp and accu

reaking as tears welled up in my eyes. "Or will I sa

king with shock and disbelief. I could tell he was struggling

breathe. The revelation was like a punch to the gu

ice rising in pitch. His voice was trembling with anger and disbeli

is voice barely above a whisper. "The chi

oid answering him any longer. I had to tell him the

but my parents threatened me with violence if

de?" he asked, his voice breaking. "I thought we were go

it broke my heart but this isn't a tim

derstand that I didn't want any of this. I had dreams and plans for my life, and they didn't include this

n't be held responsible for what happens next. I won't be a pawn in someone else's game anymore." I walked out of t

ked the first maid I saw, and she smiled at me in a way

g her to lead the way. I felt like a prisoner being led to t

...

door, she said "You can

Are you a virgin?" she asked, her eyes wide with concern. I could feel my hea

back into my hand. I flexed my fingers, feeling the pins and needles of numbness as the circulation returned.

d of her curse. She looked at me with a st

" I asked, my

r voice firm. "I'm sorry, but I

Before I could ask any more questions, she turned and ran

and placed my hands on the wood, feeling the grain beneath my fingers. All I could think about was the maid's question - "Are you a virgin?

quality to it, and I could feel a chill running down my spine. My hands shook as I turn

hair, wringing out the water. His well-defined chest rose and fell with each breath as he reached for a bottle of lotion.

and I felt myself shrinking under his gaze. His pointed nose and full, pink lips made him look almost otherworld

ed, his bare feet making no sound on the floor. "You're not a wife to me, just a puppet," he said, his voice cold a

ing. "You're my puppet, Olivia. I own your body and everything in it."

ser. "You must never, ever touch it," he said, his voice low and serious. His gaze was inten

is question sting me off guard,