THE CEO'S CONTRACTED BRIDE

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be at Olivia's side with a tissue to wipe off the blood. His wor

e spat, his gaze stabbing me in the chest like a murderer's glance would. "I wanted to respect and protect your rep

ou see that she was the one who pulled my hair?" I replied with

. Now, if you don't want a problem, apologize to Olivia."The more he demanded furiously, the

o," I smirked, feeling so free. I tried leaving, but Mark tightened his grip on my hand painfully-it gave me pain even with the jolt shooting through me. Acting pure

wave of sadness and frustration. Tears poured down my cheeks, meeting with the raindrops that unrelentingly fell from the sky. It was as thou

had never once belittled my scar. Far from it, promising that it wasn't the end of the world and all was well. He had been my rock-the source of stre

Mr. Collins going to marry me? Was my life as I knew it really over? I felt utterly broken, sunk under the weight of the world. I sat there with my thoughts, apparently for hours, until the sound of a cat's

e a good Samaritan to you, bitch? I need a babe to have fun with tonight. I'm so full." he replied even more indecently. He disgusted me; I was disrespected. As

ed me into his car. My cellphone was filled with water and was not turning on. I can't call

I drop you of

ecial VIP room card. He told me to enter the hotel and show them the card so that they would let me in. He further said tha

ng of goodness? Although the goodness could not arguably s

but I did try to eat my best, for I had not eaten anything good on the whole day. I could not go to the boutique, so I planned for the following morning. I went to

of cloth-all the dresses there were so costly, but later, one was slightly cheaper. And fortu

t far from the school. I went to the hostel in the afternoon, after I had already signed the lease and was eager to move with my luggage because I could

id abruptly. On the table was a pen, so I went into a rage, picked it up, and pointed it toward her eyes. She became so frigh