Flash Marriage To The Vengeful CEO

that the plastic stick tapped agai

id pink

w burning her throat. Her left hand flew to her flat stomach, pressing hard against the thin cotto

d through the thin wooden door, accompanied by the heavy

r slick fingers struggling to grip it. She unrolled a long strip of scratchy toilet pape

the small trash can, burying it under cr

heeks, and took a shuddering breath. Her fingers were stil

the door open, it was

arly knocking Debora into the bathtub. Marlene's eyes, lined w

convict living under my roof. You br

She turned her body sideways, trying to squeeze p

e kicked the small trash can with her heavy boot. The plastic bin tipped over, spilling its contents across the scuffed tiles. Ami

. She lunged forward, but

ripped the toilet paper away. The two pink li

. Marlene's face morphed from confusion to

ne's throat. Her hand shot out, her

the sharp pain radiat

r knees hitting the scuffed hardwood floor of the hallway. Marlene didn't sto

de the frayed sofa, her shoulder

pushed himself out of his recliner, his bushy eye

tained coffee table. "Your precious charity case

d the room in three heavy strides and stood over De

er her. "Who is the bastard? You listen to me. You get rid o

arms wrapping tightly around her stomach. If they kicked her out, she would have no regi

a whispered, her voice shaking but

ne raised her hand, her palm

hut, her muscles locking a

from the doorbell s

d under his breath, turning away from De

her salesman," Burt muttered,

yes, her breath cat

He wore a dark, tailored suit that looked expensive but lacked any flashy logos. His fa

ting through the dim living room to lock directly

ook at him. His deep, gravelly voice resonated through the

that child. And I am