Trapped In The Billionaire Uncle's Embrace

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room was br

Kyla, were seated on the velvet sofa. They

riumph she couldn't quite hide as sh

e sharp clink echoed in the silent room. Her eyes, cold

o's fina

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to you? That shirt...

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ll ache in her body and the fractured, nightmarish images in her head made her stoma

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rink," she rasped, her voice hoarse with hat

made-up face before it was replaced by practic

about? I think you partied a little too

. "Sister, how can you say that about Mom? She was just worr

verley, a predator stalking its prey. She pushed h

nding me to an old man's

. Beverley's composure finally cracked. Her eyes da

ase. "If you say one more slanderous

on the coffee table. The screen lit up

s face we

he call, but it was too late. She snatched the p

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istance and slammed her finger down on the s

's voice erupted from

ll night! Where's the girl you promised me? Are you scr

e fell over t

halky horror. She stared at

ke a strangled duck, the b

ver her. The proof was there, undeniable. But as the man's gratin

owerful, with an oppressive presence-did no

s plan ha

sent to the

to the w

lis felt no thrill of victory. Only a profound

shrieked, lunging for the phone. Hollis step

nd the call. She then glared at Hollis, her eye

everything!" Beverley's voi

e, a fresh wave of dizziness washing ov

, didn't want to even look at th

clamped around her wrist. Her

? You think this is over?" Bever

but her body was too weak.

mix of shock and something else, somethi

face. "Hollis, since you refuse to be obedi