Flash Marriage To The Vengeful CEO

Chapter 2

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tepping over the threshold. His leather dress shoes thudded against the creaky

her. He reached down, offerin

tel room a month ago, but the man attached to them now felt like a complete strang

pulling her up from the floor with a force that made her sh

d quickly replaced her anger. She planted her hand

ked. "You think you can just walk in here

. "She's a paroled convict. A liability. If you wan

neck. She yanked her hand, trying to break Jameson's g

. The sound held no humor. It made

nner pocket of his suit jacket with his free hand and pull

and, uncapped the pen with his thumb, and wrote a string of numbers in quick, sharp

lged as he read the numbers.

r. The ugly scowl on her face instantly mel

meson's hard profile. "Where did you get that kind of money?" she asked, he

ameson said, his voice flat, devoid of any attachment to the fortune he

ropped into Debora's stomach. He was giving up everyth

s pocket. "Go pack your things, De

ngernails digging into the skin. She d

Marlene's fake smile vanished. She leaned i

you, and you better make sure you serve him well and keep him happy. If he gets bored of you and brings you back he

d. Her eyes burned with unshed tears. She kn

r arm free and walked toward the tin

the nightstand, she picked up the only thing of value she owned: a blurry photograph of her biological mo

. Jameson was standing by the window, his hands clasped be

d to her pathetic bag. A flicker of mockery dance

w me," he ordered, turning on his h

rlene, who were already arguing over the check. She stepped out into the c

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“Debora went to prison to protect the man she loved, only to end up a paroled convict living under the roof of her abusive foster parents. When they found her positive pregnancy test from a one-night stand, they threatened to kick her out and send her straight back to a cell. Just as they were about to report her, the stranger from that dark hotel room suddenly appeared. He paid her foster parents one million dollars to marry her and take her away. Debora thought she was finally safe. But the moment they were alone, he looked at her with pure, venomous hatred. He didn't want a wife; he wanted a prisoner. He believed Debora was the ruthless murderer who had destroyed his life in a car crash, and he planned to make her suffocate in her own despair. He didn't know she was just a scapegoat. To survive and protect her baby, Debora found a job at a bridal shop, only to run into the real culprit-the man who actually drove the car and framed her. He was now happily engaged to a wealthy heiress. They deliberately ruined a priceless wedding gown and blamed it on her. "Kneel on this floor and apologize, or I'm calling the police to revoke your parole!" Why did she have to rot in hell for his sins, while the man she married wanted to destroy her? Just as her trembling knees were about to touch the cold marble floor, the heavy glass doors were violently shoved open. Her billionaire husband strode in like a force of nature, his eyes locked onto the wealthy couple with a terrifying, destructive rage.”