THE CEO'S CONTRACTED BRIDE

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hout any money to hail a cab, I was forced to brave the storm. My clothes clung to my shivering body, water dripping from my hair to my toes. I banged on t

ed him not to worry, as I was already soaked and would try to return to my dorm. Of course, I have heard too many stories of girls being assaulted by boyfriend's friends or brot

from the strenuous day, and I pulled myself up the steps at a snail's pace. Walking toward my room, I heard a familiar voice call my name. I ignored it, I said, since paranoia is a side

uld cover my mouth. Olivia turned her head t

my hands and said, "Camilla, let's go in and talk." Just then, he was about to drag me inside when Olivia jumped in and reminded him they were goin

hated her because of her ruthless boyfriend-snatching behavior. I thought I would be safe being her room mate, but she did not spare me either. I knew she ex

to sit in the back. "Uh-oh! That's my place," she smirked. I knew she was trying to provoke me, but I stayed calm. She looked at me

at I'd catch them up at the pub. I knew it was what Olivia

ok it and opened it using my teeth and then took it all down. To Mark, I said, "what do you want from me?" They were intractable and still doing lovey-dovey in fr

. Just look at how rough you are, even with that ugly scar on your face. Your dress ought to speak for you but is always so plain. You do all these p

ve realized that it is now finally time for a breakup? Are you then mad at me because I did not react as you wanted?" My voice echoed with righteous anger. "It's no secret on this campus; everybody knows about you and your waywardness. Maybe you're

t not going to be a victim again, I turned around, totally disregarding the pain I was going to have on my scalp, and delivered a blow right into Olivia's