Escaping The Billionaire's Golden Cage

the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Bahamas private villa. Eloise Mendoza s

Bronson Ortega pulled her back against his solid

rsary, baby,"

diamond necklace settled against her collarbone. Bronson's f

eight of the necklace felt less like a gift and more like a beautif

ing, Bronso

against her skin. "Is the dinner the

wave of nausea that had hit her when the scent of the

ea. She carried a silver tray holding a specialized ferti

waited for her to sit, and then took the seat beside her. He picked up his kn

his jaw, the dark intensity in his eyes. A fierce, desp

t. "Next month, I'd love to fly to Los Angeles. My siste

fe scraped harshly against the po

ening. "Eloise, you know your body is too weak right now. You ne

le, but the refusa

est, but it was quickly buried when he re

son said, raising h

glass, filled only with spark

d in Bronson's dark eyes. It was there and

. "You don't need to put so much pressure on yo

her face into his palm, overwhelmed

. The sand was cool, and a sudden ocean breeze whipped

ket and wrapped it tightly around her should

fifty yards away. "I pay them to monitor the weather patterns.

grabbing his forearm. "It's just a

grip firm. "Anything that can harm you

ace. It was a dizzying mix of absolute devo

door and opened the mirrored medicine cabinet. She took out the heavy dose of foli

looking at her reflection in the mirror. Please, sh

me. He walked toward her, scooped her up into his

nding kiss, Eloise's eyes fluttered shut. She didn't s

up the dark cor

all: Jon