The Billionaire’s Priceless Darling: 33 Days of the CEO’s Pursuit

He was right-there was no way she could fight him.

Who was he? A member of the powerful Li Family, the CEO of E.S. Asia-Pacific, a man who could command storms with a flick of his hand. He had power, influence, and resources beyond her comprehension. Until he grew tired of her, how could she possibly escape on her own?

She despised this twisted imprisonment, this suffocating control. At times, she even thought that death might be a better option.

But then he had brought out the drugs to threaten her.

She wasn’t afraid of death. What she feared was something far worse-living a life that was worse than death itself.

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Gu Xiaoai didn’t know when Li Juefeng would finally let her go. Once again, she had passed out under his relentless demands.

How much longer could she endure this? Could she hold on until her dad was released from prison, until they could finally reunite as father and daughter?

When she woke up, she found herself wrapped in Li Juefeng’s arms. He was in a deep sleep, his arms locked tightly around her as if afraid she might escape.

Beneath the white blanket, their bare bodies were tangled together, the air thick with an unmistakable intimacy.

She tried to move, just slightly, but her left hand was still cuffed with those silver handcuffs. After all the fighting, all the resistance, she had ultimately lost to the threat of drugs.

She couldn’t bring herself to go all the way, to throw everything away.

Shifting carefully out of his embrace, she sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. The soft light illuminated his sleeping face. She stared down at him-his long lashes like delicate wings, his flawless skin, and those sensual, perfectly shaped lips.

It was a face that could have been sculpted by the gods, but all she felt was hatred.

Under the light, her own skin told a different story-bruises, marks, and the remnants of his kisses. This was the price she paid for her moment of weakness, for agreeing to be his mistress.

To him, she was nothing more than a toy. He could do whatever he wanted-hurt her, humiliate her, even drive her to madness if he so pleased.

This man had no heart. Only cold blood.

Only a terrifying, violent nature.

Her slender fingers slowly reached for the pillow beside her. Her almond-shaped eyes burned with hatred as she gripped it tightly. In the next moment, she pressed the pillow down over Li Juefeng’s face, her hands pushing with all her strength.

He was in such a deep sleep that he didn’t react at all, his breathing muffled beneath the pillow.

If she kept going, he would die.

And then, no one would ever be able to torment her again.