Trapped With The Devil CEO
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ery limb. I winced, my lashes fluttering open against the unforgiving brightness that bled through the hospital lights above me. The
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memory, fragments crashed against my mind like shards of broken glass, flames, sm
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ment slow and excruciating
from tha
ssed in a suit so sharp it looked like it could cut through steel. Hi
somewhere between recognit
ry muscle stiff with pain. His eyes met mine. They were cold, calcu
Controlled. Like he was
you to m
urely I heard him wrong. My voice scratched i
ch. "You heard
my chest hadn't been so tight
e had lost his mind. "
thly. "I need a wife. And you... y
mething deep and
id need
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he images of Oscar... Laura... my stepmother... their betrayal-it burned
He must've. Why els
ing me a lifeline. One drenched
my voice steadier than I expected
fted, curio
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s like smoke, strange, u
t shocked, not horr
ew f
s. The people who tried to end me... they'll try again. I can't
g moment, then finally nodded. "Your fac
Relief. Terror. I could
get your revenge. Every one of them. But in return, you belong to me no
ed at th
ne
escue or ano
y of what he was asking. "No emotions. No expectations. You'l
d at him.
d broken people are easier to rebuild. Besides..." His li
dn't have stung
asually, like he was assigning c
ed. "Yo
ut no one, no one, will know we're married. In
ainfully in my che
d in his eyes-hurt? Anger? Fear?
finds out who you
er. Inside was a thick contract and a silver pen. He p
rything you asked for-a new fac
nds trembled as they hovered
moment that would
ayal. My stepmother's icy smile.
less. Easy
ht they'd
as stil
took the pen, and
"Good," he said simply, before turning on his heel and walking
as the
s, and pain became my new normal. Plastic surgeons s
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to create
was the softness, the innocence. My eyes, once so familiar, now looked sharper, cold
g. It didn't feel like me, and yet
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