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THE BILLIONAIRE'S FUGITIVE SON-IN-LAW

THE BILLIONAIRE'S FUGITIVE SON-IN-LAW

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To Alora Steele, marriage to the stranger was nothing more than a desperate escape. A mere convenience. With no way out of a forced engagement to the ruthless Sir Edgar Keil-or the suffocating grip of her captor, Captain Mufasa-she took a leap of faith into the unknown. All she wanted was freedom, a chance to take control of her life for the first time. But the moment she returned to the ranch with her new husband, the real battle began. Her aunt, Carol, and cousin, Molitta, saw her marriage as nothing more than an obstacle to their ambitions. Determined to secure the wealth and power that came with Alora's engagement to Sir Edgar, they vowed to tear her fragile union apart-by any means necessary. Hanson, the mysterious live-in son-in-law, was an enigma. He was formidable yet quiet, a man who seemed to blend into the shadows while possessing an aura of undeniable strength. His past was a puzzle, one that Alora couldn't quite piece together. But as they fought against betrayal and deception, an unexpected bond formed between them-one that neither had anticipated. However, secrets have a way of unraveling, and Molitta was the first to glimpse Hanson's true identity. And once she did, she would stop at nothing to claim him for herself. Now, Alora faces a battle she never saw coming. She must fight, not just for her marriage and the man she's grown to love, but for the future of the child growing within her. Because this time, walking away isn't an option.

Chapter 1 1... GETTING CONSCIOUS AGAIN

Alora Steele slowly regained consciousness, her body aching as if she had been trampled by a wild beast. She blinked into the suffocating darkness, wishing-desperately-that the past few weeks had been nothing but a cruel nightmare.

But as she rolled, she felt the familiar feel of the soft silk sheets beneath her, and it was different from the one at the ranch.

She was still in the Mufasa castle, a captive.

She tried to remember how long she had been unconscious, but the pounding in her skull blurred time. Then she heard footsteps, at first coming from a distance, then they grew steady, becoming unrelenting as they kept drawing closer.

Her breath hitched, and her frantic blue eyes darted around the room, hopelessly searching for an escape.

From the other side of the door came his thunderous voice, it was as usual, cold and brimming with anger. "Open this door, Alora."

She cringed, pressing herself against the farthest wall, wishing she could sink into the stone. "Go away," she whispered, her voice shaking. Then, even softer, she cried, "Someone... please take me away from here."

Memories surged back with crushing force. Last night, he had come to her room, and when she refused him, he became angry. He hurt her until she could barely breathe. She had managed to lock the door before passing out, but she knew it would only make him angry.

Her fingers clutched the sheets tightly. Her body shook with fear as she closed her eyes, wishing she could vanish.

"I warned you never to lock this door!" His voice roared.

A deafening crack followed as the door flew open, the force of his kick splintering the wood. Quickly, Alora yanked the quilt over her face, curling into herself as the light flooded the room.

"Oh, you pathetic little puppy," he sneered. His boots thudded across the floor as he walked closer. "Looking for mommy, are you?" He laughed, but it was a cruel sound. Then he grunted, impatient.

Alora flinched as the rancid stench of alcohol filled the air. It was strong and made her feel sick.

"Please, let me go, Captain Mufasa," she pleaded, her voice muffled beneath the quilt.

"Aunt Carol will come for me," she said, trying to sound brave. "The Steele family won't let you get away with this. Old Lady Steele will make you pay."

For a moment, his face darkened. Then he laughed like her words were a joke.

"Oh, Alora," he sighed, shaking his head. "You really are a fool. Do you still think your cousin, Molitta, sent you here to clean? It's time you face the truth, girl."

The next moment, he yanked the quilt away, revealing her pale face to the dim light. She turned her head, gagging at the strong smell of booze. It was worse than before. He had been drinking all night.

"I don't believe you," she said, her voice weak yet strong.

He smirked. "You think your dear cousin doesn't know about this?" He leaned closer, his voice dripping with mockery. "You're my bride now, little dove. The sooner you accept it, the easier this will be."

Alora's breath caught in her throat.

No. That couldn't be true. Molitta wouldn't do that- Would she?

Her mind raced, trying to make sense of it. It had been over two weeks since she's been here. She had been abused for refusing to marry Captain Mufasa. Why hadn't her family come for her?

"Uncle Todd is your close friend, why betray him this way?" she sobbed.

Perhaps they think I am safe. But if they knew the truth... surely, they wouldn't leave me here. Her heart shattered as she fought against this reality.

Mufasa scoffed. "No rescue is coming, girl."

At his words, Alora's heart sunk. She had no way out. The windows were too high, and there were too many guards. Every door was locked, and if she tried to flee, she would be punished.

"You are a good man, Captain Mufasa," she said, trying to sound cool. "You were a hero in the navy. You wouldn't ruin your life for an orphan like me."

She looked straight at him, hoping her words would ease his heart. But he just stared at her, his eyes cold and hard.

"Your health is failing," she continued, pushing her voice to stay calm. "That's why I was sent here-to help you."

She paused, thinking carefully. Indeed she had been used by her family. "If anything, uncle Todd will do everything to have me married off to sir Edgar of House Keil. The plan has been in place since I turned eighteen."

Mufasa's eyes flashed with anger.

"You!" He pointed at her, his temper flaring.

Alora shrank back, pressing herself against the cold stone wall. "Please, Captain Mufasa. I can't marry you."

Before she could say more, he grabbed her wrist.

She gasped, struggling against his grip.

"You are nothing," he spat. "Do you desire to be given out to that horrible Sir Edgar?" he yelled.

"Do you?" he yelled again.

"No!" Alora winced as his fingers tightened, the pain shooting up her arm. "But it's been three years, and House Keil hasn't said anything. The marriage will never happen."

"I could give you everything," he stated, his voice thick with frustration. "You'd be the most revered lady in Providence-no, the entire Peak Coastal region."

She turned her head away. "I don't want anything from you."

His eyes darkened.

"You should be grateful," he growled, pulling her closer. "Edgar won't treat you any better."

Then-suddenly-his body jerked.

A violent cough wracked through him, shaking his entire frame, and his grip faltered.

Alora hesitated, torn between fear and pity.

His face contorted in agony, his hand clutching his chest.

Worried, she edged forward cautiously. "You should stop drinking," she said softly. "It's killing you."

For a moment, he looked weak. Vulnerable.

Then, he grinned.

"See how much you care for me?"

Alora stiffened. It wasn't care. She was only worried about his health. That's why she came here.

But before she could say anything, he lunged and she screamed as he pushed her backward, her body hitting the bed.

"No!" Panic surged through her veins. Memories of the fears she long to escape came resurfacing.

His weight pinned her down, his hands caging her in, completely restraining her movement.

She struggled, her nails clawing at his arms. "No-get off me!" she begged, tears running down her face.

He didn't budge, rather he whispered with his breath hot on her skin. "You're mine."

 

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