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Trapped With The Devil CEO

Chapter 5 The new face

Word Count: 1076    |    Released on: 17/06/2025

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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

t

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

ve

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

ing, but rooted in something dee

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

t just wan

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

is g

d in th

as someo

ong

er

acea

until my vision blurred with

f res

ace would

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ur

tepm

who betrayed

by

uld never s

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