Billionaire ex-husband craves me back
My stomach churned, and a wave of nausea washed over me.
I pushed myself up, groaning softly. My head pounded. I needed to stand, to get my bearings. Just as I started to push with my hands, a jolt of shock, cold and sudden, shot through me. My wrists. They were constrained, held together by something heavy and unforgiving. I looked down, and in the dim light, I saw it. A thick, rusted chain, clamped around each wrist, linking them together. My breath caught in my throat. This wasn't a prank. This wasn't a mistake. This was real. I was tied up. I'm a prisoner, or can I call this myself hostage?
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