I Was Married To An Unconscious Billionaire?!
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raced. She tried to scream, but no sound escaped-he
of a stranger against her neck, every exhale ti
Barnett. This wasn'
e! Who the h
fists pounding the stranger's ch
artial arts training, and yet this man
ant, the w
e softness of a bed. Before she could comprehend what
pinning her wrists to the headb
ring, every brush of his fingers like fire, while her attempts to re
sion as panic gripped her. She choked out the word
ered only by the low rasp of his brea
ept into the room, it
d, her body ra
ally her legs, which felt limp
ted pieces-intertwined bodies, forceful touches-bu
flood of helpless anger surged within her. Her fists clenched so tight
.
ie's mind gradually cleared, pul
and torn clothes-and willed herself to stand, though ever
to gather herself when the door e
with fury, filled the room. "You've bro
to see her father Craig Brown char
on the red stains of humiliation around her neck and shoulders. Hatred flashed in his eye
ce?" Craig bellowed, his voice brimming with contemp
defensive anger rising in her ches
word. "Disgrace? Me? What about you then? The day you threw us out-me and my mo
ves, cutting deep. Craig's face contorted
lerie didn't flinch. She had stopped exp
ow being cursed by her own father, something inside her shattered. The bit
rate to escape the suffocating room. But as
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