Married to the Billionaire I Hated

ot Oliver a serious look. "Mr.

ort because you weren't feeling well, Miss Reynolds. Now that we're working on this joint project, I don't feel comfortabl

his hands. "Oh no, Mr. Sullivan, we're the lucky on

ly enjoyed t

y grabbed a bottle of alcohol and handed it to me. "Na

f you make Mr. Sullivan happy tonight, there'll be rewards in it for you. But if you pu

nk. But just as I turned back, he suddenly grabbed my wrist. I struggl

open. Oliver flashed a quick grin at Sullivan. "

nching my white blouse. The fabric clung to me, clearly showing my under

overed my chest with one hand and poured him more wine with the other. "Mr. Sullivan, last time wa

abbing my face. The stench of alcohol on his breath made me gag, but I forced myself to s

me

run, but he yanked me back by the ankle and pinned me under his weight. "You little bit

tinging against my skin. In the chaos, my hand found the wine bottle that had fallen.

hh

d backward across the floor, made a dash for the door, threw it o

g off Graham's hand and ran like my life depended on it, latc

ag me back. "You slut! Think you can run?

nd brushed past my ear out of nowhere, followed by Graham's painful g

prawled on the ground, unable to get up. Then

ore.

iefly swept across my exposed skin before narrowing eve

ood off his lip with the other. "Who the heck are y

himself between us. His eyes staye

flicked back to me, and he scowled like he'd swallowed a lemon whole. "Natalie, not bad. You rea

are and stormed off,

, you better be ready. I'm

e when someone grabbed my wrist from behind. Theodore had stepped closer, crowding i

walk away like

are to play me. Done using

wered, voice shak

r even a second. When I ducked my head lower, he suddenly grab

mn about. So don't push your luck.

had planned. It was like someone stuck a needl

eep from crying, but my v

nds-pressed against the door under his grip

t away earlier. Cuts stung across my palms and wrists.

m, stunned speechless. The room held its breath w

sob es

rists, peeled off his suit jacket, and tossed it at me without a word. He glared

orner did my knees finally give. I slump

'd thrown. I had nothing else, so I reluctantly slipped it on and dragged myse

n the window-red eyes, crumpled clothes-turned heads even at the back of the bus. A few

ssibly ending up in some cr