Trapped In The Tyrannical CEO's Love

her white wedding gown trailing behind her, the delic

ring. Among them, an elegantly dressed older couple stoo

fficially begun. But the g

part of a blind bride, standing on the stage and pret

lon's grandmother, and her husband, Gabriel Holden, Waylon's grandfath

er sides. "Someone bring me a rope," she hissed. "If that boy doesn'

, surrounding her in a desper

oman in elegant attire moving t

lways does as he pleases. Don't let this upset you. Luckily, the guests today are

ceremony? Without a g

ight, the Holden family selected a ta

hitch. Vows were exchanged, and

ightly on the maid's arm as if everything was perfectly

y from the other side. "Mrs. Holden, Mr. Holden has gone on

-in fulfill his role. And now, on their wedding night, he didn't come home. For m

ylon's place, she would still have walked down that aisle. That w

t a single photo of Waylon adorned the space, and none of his personal items were in

to a man whose face she could barely rem

ad confined her to a sanatorium. Her room there had been guarded like a pris

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pers before her and spoke with practiced detachment. "This is a private agreement between you and Mr. Hold

lle version. The contents of this private agreement must remain strictly confidential

eline would be discarded without a cent. The

er learned Braille," Adeline repl

loud. When he finished, she stayed rooted to the spot, of

en family would have already arranged an 'accident' to deal with you for daring t

didn't

llegitimate child to be born. Don't forget-you're pregnant, and a f

ought hard to stay alive. For herself and for the child insi