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For three years, I was imprisoned by Anderson Hopper, the monster who forced me to watch my fiancé, Kendall, plummet into a freezing river. But when I saw the morning news, I realized Kendall wasn't dead. He had returned as Eben Gill, a ruthless tech billionaire. I risked my life to escape and find him, only to be met with eyes full of absolute hatred. He publicly humiliated me, dragged me to the exact bridge where he "died," and sneered at the C-section scar on my stomach. "Anderson Hopper's bastard," he spat, completely unaware that the baby was actually his-the very child Anderson had murdered in the operating room to break me. To make matters worse, Anderson used Kendall's dying mother as a hostage to force me back into my cage. I knelt on the freezing asphalt, begging the man I loved to just visit his mother, while he coldly ordered his driver to run me over. I had lost my baby, my freedom, and my dignity, all to protect him from Anderson's blackmail. Why was I the one being tortured and treated like a traitor? "Don't think your little kneeling stunt earned you my forgiveness." He whispered those cruel words before walking away without looking back. Staring at his cold, retreating figure, the last shred of my love finally turned to ash. That night, under the cover of a torrential storm, I bypassed the estate's laser grids and walked out into the dark.
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Escaping The Obsessive Billionaire's Cage Chapter 1
Audra's eyes snapped open in the suffocating darkness.
She gasped for air, her lungs burning as if she had been submerged in freezing water for hours. Cold sweat dripped down her forehead, instantly soaking into the expensive silk pillowcase beneath her head.
Outside the massive windows of the Hopper estate, a jagged flash of lightning tore through the night sky. A deafening crack of thunder followed a second later, rattling the thick glass.
The sound was a physical blow to her chest. It forcefully dragged her mind back to the torrential rain on that broken bridge three years ago.
The memory hit her with violent clarity. The prison transport van skidding out of control, smashing through the concrete barrier. Half of the heavy vehicle teetering over the edge of the abyss.
She could feel the phantom pressure of Anderson's heavy hand pressing her face against the cold, wet glass of his car window. He had forced her to watch.
The van plummeted into the icy, churning waters of the Hudson River. A massive spray of dark water exploded into the air.
But what paralyzed her, what made her stomach churn with violent nausea every single night, were Kendall's eyes. In that final fraction of a second before he fell to his death, he had looked right at her. His gaze was wide, filled with absolute shock and a desperate, silent question about her betrayal.
Audra clamped her hands over her ears, pressing hard enough to cause pain, trying to block out the rushing sound of water that only existed in her head.
She curled into a tight ball on the massive mattress, making herself as small as possible. Her fingernails dug deeply into the soft flesh of her forearms. She pressed harder until the skin broke, leaving sharp, stinging red crescent marks. The physical pain was the only thing keeping her tethered to reality.
A heavy, metallic click echoed through the silent bedroom.
The lock on the heavy oak door had been turned from the outside.
The door swung open, and the harsh, blinding light from the hallway spilled into the dim room, casting a long, imposing shadow across the Persian rug.
Anderson Hopper stepped inside. He held a crystal glass of room-temperature water in one hand. His footsteps were slow, deliberate, and suffocatingly heavy against the floorboards.
He reached behind him and pushed the door shut. The lock clicked again. The sound severed her from the rest of the world.
At the familiar sound of his leather shoes, Audra's body began to tremble violently. Her teeth chattered against each other.
Anderson walked to the edge of the bed. He stood tall, looking down at her curled-up, shivering form with dark, predatory eyes.
He reached out a large, calloused hand, attempting to smooth down her sweat-drenched hair. The gesture was sickeningly gentle, a twisted display of affection.
Audra flinched violently. She scrambled backward, her back hitting the solid oak headboard. Her eyes were wide, filled with raw, animalistic defense as she avoided his touch.
Anderson's hand froze mid-air. The fake tenderness in his eyes vanished, instantly replaced by a storm of dark, violent anger.
He let out a cold, sharp laugh. He slammed the glass onto the nightstand. Water sloshed over the rim, splashing onto the polished wood.
He leaned over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the light. "Three years," he sneered, his breath hitting her face. "Three years, and you are still having nightmares over a dead man?"
Audra bit down hard on her lower lip. She bit until she tasted the warm, metallic tang of her own blood. She refused to speak. She refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing her voice.
Anderson lunged forward. His large hand clamped around her narrow jaw. His fingers dug into her cheeks with bone-crushing force.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl. He jerked her head up, forcing her to face him.
Audra met his possessive, furious stare. Her eyes were completely dead. There was no fear left, no anger, just a hollow, empty void.
That lifeless stare infuriated him more than any scream could have. Anderson roughly shoved her face away, releasing his grip.
Audra fell back against the pillows. Her throat constricted, and she broke into a fit of violent, gasping coughs, her chest heaving as she tried to pull oxygen back into her lungs.
Anderson stood up straight. He aggressively adjusted the knot of his expensive silk tie, his chest rising and falling as he fought to suppress his violent urges.
He walked to the locked door. He didn't look back.
"You are never leaving this house for the rest of your life," he stated, his voice devoid of any emotion.
He opened the door and walked out. The heavy door slammed shut behind him. The lock engaged with a final, definitive click.
Audra closed her eyes in the darkness. Hot, silent tears slipped down her cheeks, soaking into the already damp pillow.
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