Pampered By The Heartless Billionaire Monster

d pressed it against the sensor. The green light flashed, and she pushed it open. The air inside smelled of expensive champagne and unfamiliar sweat. She took on

moan echoed from the half-open bedroom door down the hall. Bridget's teeth sank into her

massive king bed. David, the man who had promised to marry her, was tangled in the sheets w

ay. He did not jump out of bed in a panic. Instead, he slowly pulled

sed her phone. Her thumb hit the capture button repeatedly. The harsh flas

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he stared at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Th

nose, a habit he always had when he was caught in

timate daughter the Vincent family could throw away a

nd. The rational string in her brain snapped. She raised her right hand and slap

eavy, expensive symbol of a future she now realized was a complete lie. Instead of throwing it in a fit of rage, she slowly and deliberatel

agement

ps were fast and heavy. The heavy door slammed shut be

Bridget leaned her back against the cold mirror. Her chest tightened until her lungs burn

ack of her hand. She pulled a compact from her purse and fixe

ridget walked straight into the hotel's crystal-lit b

der handed

ini. Make i

bedroom out of her brain. She took a large sip wh

the stool next to her. He smelled of overpowering, expensive whiskey and arrog

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h hitting her neck. He rea

down on the man's wrist. A faint cra

fabric of the suit sleeve. She me

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lute authority in his tone made the drunk man turn pale. The man ri

usted his left cufflink with long, p

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ce, her hand rubbing th

against hers. His eyes slowly dragged down her n

ing next to her. A sudden, destructive urge took over her body. She wanted to erase

d. The scent of cedar and

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ass down on the marble counter. His hand shot out, g

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ead up. She looked s

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He did not say another word as he led her through the pri

Damond pushed her back against the heavy wooden door. His mouth crashed down

Her hands grabbed the front of his custom shirt. She

hers, pressing her deep into the mattress. The cold night of Manhattan outside the floor-to-ceiling windows blurred into str

The sheets were cold. Bridget sat up, her body aching. On the nightstand, resting on top of a folded piece of hotel st

new dress. Yo