Flash Marriage To The Vengeful CEO

Chapter 3

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k, struggling to keep up with Jameson's long strides. He st

ts flashed. He opened the driver's s

second. She took a deep breath, pulled the handle

r and expensive leather, a scent that fel

d the car away from the curb, leavin

atbelt across her chest, watching the blurred trees pass by the window.

he finally asked, her v

ocked on the road. "My

ighborhood in Brooklyn. Jameson parked the car in front of a weather

epped into a cramped elevator that groaned and

ay and shoved a key into the lock. He

he furniture was minimal, generic, and completely devoid of

door in the short hallway. "That's

n of the tension in her chest loosened. She looked at him, he

, violent irritation flared in his chest, warring with the disgust he felt looki

en off, turned around, and walked o

nd over her stomach, feeling the slight firmness there. She to

Chevy. He turned the corner and stepped into a na

ng in the shadows. A man in a s

nalyst vanished. His shoulders squared, and the terrifying, co

Jameson slid into the plush leather se

een cleared for the morning. The background for the B

ld. "Cut off any access she might have to high-end soc

estroyed everything that mattered in my life," he whispered, the words laced with poison, his mind flashing to the twisted m

f the alley, disappearing into th

her few clothes in the empty closet. She walked into th

needed money. She needed to buy food for the

e climbed into the unfamiliar bed. Her body was exhausted, but for the first time in mon

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“Debora went to prison to protect the man she loved, only to end up a paroled convict living under the roof of her abusive foster parents. When they found her positive pregnancy test from a one-night stand, they threatened to kick her out and send her straight back to a cell. Just as they were about to report her, the stranger from that dark hotel room suddenly appeared. He paid her foster parents one million dollars to marry her and take her away. Debora thought she was finally safe. But the moment they were alone, he looked at her with pure, venomous hatred. He didn't want a wife; he wanted a prisoner. He believed Debora was the ruthless murderer who had destroyed his life in a car crash, and he planned to make her suffocate in her own despair. He didn't know she was just a scapegoat. To survive and protect her baby, Debora found a job at a bridal shop, only to run into the real culprit-the man who actually drove the car and framed her. He was now happily engaged to a wealthy heiress. They deliberately ruined a priceless wedding gown and blamed it on her. "Kneel on this floor and apologize, or I'm calling the police to revoke your parole!" Why did she have to rot in hell for his sins, while the man she married wanted to destroy her? Just as her trembling knees were about to touch the cold marble floor, the heavy glass doors were violently shoved open. Her billionaire husband strode in like a force of nature, his eyes locked onto the wealthy couple with a terrifying, destructive rage.”