Kidnapped Twice by Him
Language: en
It was day three hundred of my captivity under John Porter, the brilliantly unhinged billionaire, when a car crash wiped his memory. His personal secretary, upon finding me in the basement wearing solid gold ankle cuffs, practically shrieked in terror. He threw a cool hundred million dollars and a private jet my way just to keep me quiet: "The Porter Group's global offices are yours to command, ma'am. Just please, for the love of God, don't call the police!" So, I happily spent the next three years flying around the world. But the moment I set foot back in the country, I ran straight into…