The CEO's Vengeful Bride

yes squinted it open this time. She winced once more as her body felt so sore, m

wide and clean room. What was with her and waking up

fore, a slight headache sent he

er. Embarrassment in it's rarest form hit her like a tornado, turning her face beet red. From the l

o would have thought that her first

re, Diane shuddered. Diane was sure the Vodka was spiked

vely. At the beside table sat an envelope right on t

day. The envelope below is a

hat she hadn't seen any other handwriting as in

able was a little bo

e hadn't given er first time to the wrong person, though her legs were

ing o

he flew out of bed despite t

work. She picked her phone to check the time on

her hair in

d the room to see a clock at

e exclaimed, her eyes

ad a one night stand with. The shirt swallowed her entirely, so so much so that although the

her search came to a stop when she recalled how whoeve

out of this house without facing the owner? She really did not

She felt faint and really tired like she would pass out the next minut

it. She picked up the bags and placed them on her lap. A stick note was attached to

a few dresses you can choose from sin

heavily at his thoughtfulness, but she had a jo

nge of clothes for her, but she was worried that the clothe

favorite color. She rushed into the bathroom, which already had a fresh brush and a few feminine p

the black gown; luckily and surpr

picked up her flats from the side of

eet him. Looking around to find her way, she was relieved that the room he had placed her was a room downstairs. She no

ound the front door, which wasn't har

rush back to her apartment to get dressed for work; she couldn't wear this gown to work, plus she ha

gate of the Villa, praying that the Security

el that she was fo

e, to her utmost annoyan

ouse and look for him to open his damn gate, which would mean an awkward

ed stubbornly at the walls around the g

Well, not hop off per se; s

that. For someone to have an intelligent gate, he would be tech-s

out either way. She will never meet the man again,

ort fences, which had the illusions of picket fences

the fence roughly and propped her wei

house behind her. She was sure that if th

and threw her weight carefully up t

lost her footing an

, which was quite red and puffy from the sharp edges of

arm stopped blaring. She eyed the gate in

nd she glared at the house, her face

rself. She snorted resentfully and refused to think of what he might ha

n. She got up to her feet and looked around before scampering away. She would never meet hi