Flash Marriage To The Vengeful CEO

Chapter 6

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s back tight with rage. He stalked down the dim hallway of the

o hard it slammed against

om his neck and threw it onto the sofa. He was about

t-shirt. Her hair was damp around the edges, and her eye

g. Her hands immediately flew to her stomach, her finge

in three long strides, backing her up until her hips hit th

ing her in. He leaned down, his face inches from he

demanded, his voice a low, vibrating threa

st her ribs. His physical presence was overwhelming. "I... I ran

ed his hand, his long fingers wrapping around h

friends?" he sneered. "Then maybe I shou

words, Jameson dipped his head a

unishment. It was hard, dema

cedar and aggressive, dark pheromones inv

ough the thin cotton of her t-shirt. His grip tightened, pulling her flush against

Not with desire, but with a

e back of her throat. The morning sickness, triggered by the su

olid chest, pushing him with all her m

eyes flashing with shock and immediate

heave racking her small frame. She pushed past h

bathroom door

retching echoed through the thin walls,

s veins turned to ice. His face went pale, and then

e sheer panic in her eyes, the way she h

seething, irrational rage. He had come here to break her, to torture her for what she had done, so why did he care about the murderer's reacti

wood with the side of his fist. "Don't play games with

r into her mouth, tears of physical exertion leaking from her eyes. She grip

d the plastic trash can in the hal

t onto the sofa. He lay down in his clothes, staring at the cracked ceiling in the dar

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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.”