Run Sweet Prisoner
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Run Sweet Prisoner

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To the world, Valerie Tyler has it all.She is married to Alex Steward a handsome, powerful billionaire who buys her designer dresses, priceless jewelry, and smiles perfectly for the cameras at high society parties. Everyone thinks she is the luckiest woman alive.But behind closed doors, her luxury home is a dangerous prison.Alex is a brilliant monster who controls everything about her and tracks her movements, If a single thing in the house is out of place, he punishes her with cruel, calculated violence always leaving bruises where the public can't see them. Valerie knows no lawyer can fight his money, and no police officer will cross him and she can’t escape from him.So, she decides to die.During a dark night at an elite private clinic, Valerie risk everything. She sets a fire that burns her hospital wing to the ground leaving a stolen corpse in her bed to confuse the police, and slipping out into the rainy night while the building burns.She flees to a quiet, isolated town in with a handful of cash and changes her entire look and takes the name Clara Miller. She eventually finds love with a kind local man.But a perfectionist never stops looking for a missing piece.In the ashes of the clinic, Alex finds a tiny, microscopic flaw in the fire report. He realizes she is alive and In an instant, his grief turns into a psychotic obsession. He begins to hunt her down, using his massive wealth to track her footprint, destroying anyone who gets in his way.Now, the trap is closing. Clara is running out of places to hide. To survive, she has to stop running from her shadow and turn to face the monster heads on.

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The digital leash

Six months passed after the great argument in the art studio. Valerie spent her days sitting in front of her massive wooden easel painting beautiful landscapes, bright flowers, and quiet fields. She did not paint the stormy ocean anymore. She painted whatever Alex wanted her to paint.

She kept her head down, spoke in a soft voice……

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