Escaping The Ruthless Billionaire's Golden Cage

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ndows framed a glittering Manhattan skyline that had never once looked back at her. Her heart

at had dictated every waking moment of her life since she was twenty-tw

The lock clicked. Her

brought the early spring chill, the scent of expensive cedar, and the

. Not at first. The d

er sofa. It landed without a sound. Everything Julian did was silent. Contro

uld eviscerate a rival CEO across a boardroom or make a senator retract a stateme

ls bit into her pal

-no hesitation. Julian Sterling didn't ask. He took. The whiskey cost more than her

s dropped to

his jaw flickered. When he spoke, his

e been

sed this a thousand times. "J

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glass down and crossed the room in three strides, trapping h

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is thumb brushed her lower lip-possessive, cruel. She tr

when you're

enses. She shoved against his chest-might as well have pushed against the building it

ouse. A violent tug. Butto

bloom purple by morning. His brand. His ownership. A hot

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as announced his engagement to Isabelle Beaumont, daughter of Senator Robert

gid. Her head snappe

once been on the receiving end of. Beside him, a beautiful blonde

e in h

sitting in this cage rehearsing her freedom speech, he'd been

o the screen with the same interest he'd give a quar

hrough her. She shoved him-hard. He

tore from her throat. "Wha

rger, Chloe. Good for the stock price. The Beaumont name opens doors in Washington

rogance. He actually believed she'd stay his dirty s

ontract and hurle

shrieked. "Get

his feet. His eyes turne

whisper. "Don't ever challenge me, Ch

flinched. He saw it, and a

lls are astronomical. And they're all on my account." He let the words

ouldn't sacrifice. Her fatal weakness. He'd built this

id down the marble island and collapsed onto the cold f

lked into the master bathroom. A moment later, th

as tr

a small, cold voice whispered: Not