SLAVE TO YOUR LOVE

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

Madel Cerda

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

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The day brightened, and the intimate atmosphere in the bedroom slowly dissipated.

After sweeping his gaze past the woman's smooth back, the man got up and went into the bathroom directly.

He took a shower, changed into a silver suit and walked out expressionlessly.

At this moment, his cold behavior was nowhere near that of the lustful man who had spent the night with her yesterday.

Well, he didn't show much enthusiasm on his face too when he was in bed with her last night.

The moment the man got up, Angela Wallace opened her eyes. She had just been pretending to be asleep.

Her throat was dry.

It was not until the man was about to step out of the door that she said in a low voice, "Goodbye, Mr. Carson."

She didn't know if he heard her. He merely stopped for a split second before going downstairs without saying anything.

Looking at his cold attitude, Angela sighed.

Four years ago, she worked as an intern in the Carson Group.

On her first day of work, she accompanied her boss Jeremy Carson to a business dinner. Jeremy happened to be drugged, and they had sex right that night.

And then many other nights during the past four years.

No one knew the relationship between them, though. It had been kept hidden until today.

Although Jeremy didn't say a word, Angela knew that they might not have a chance to see each other again.

She quickly got out of bed, packed her things, and went downstairs. As expected, Jeremy's special assistant, Blaine Martel, was sitting on the couch in the living room.

With a laptop on his lap, Blaine sat upright while typing quickly. He had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on, and he looked serious.

Hearing the noise, Blaine pushed his specs to the bridge of his nose as he turned around.

When he saw the suitcase Angela was holding, his gaze darkened. But he quickly concealed the surprise in his eyes.

They had worked together for many years and cooperated well at work.

Angela greeted Blaine naturally and sat opposite him.

Only then did Blaine move the laptop away and hand Angela the prepared document. Clearing his throat, he said, "Miss Wallace, this is for you from Mr. Carson."

Angela took it over and lowered her eyes to glance at it. She remained silent for a long time.

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