Sold as a Substitute Bride, Claimed by the Ruthless CEO

Chapter 2

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r tightened in Eliana's stomach. She stumbled back

ressive aura of power rolling off him in waves was s

s, in a car like this, at this

of them?

. She lurched forward, her voice trembling. "Sir, please, you h

ed lazily into the night air. His gaze was fixed on her, unblinki

and remained perfectly still, a statue of professional silence. His silence wa

g finger back at the looming mansion. "Please, they're trying

gnetic rumble, laced with ice. "Sell you? It s

e a physical blow. Her body went ri

behind her. A family dispute, a desperate escape, and a woman appearing at midnight

manor. Shouts echoed through the night, follo

e. She glanced over her

ar window began to rise, a sheet of dark

rm, her fingers digging in with enough force to bruise. "You little bitch," she hissed, h

d the villa, her suitcase thr

desperate plan formed in her mind. Her body suddenly wen

her voice faint. "I want

guards paused, th

aimlessly through the foyer, her movements slow and clums

nightgown, her face a mask of contempt.

ched cautiously, his brow furrow

ring him. She just kept

family drama, spoke up. "Sir, Madam...

eyes. She grabbed Eliana's ri

liana.

rtled awake. She blinked i

ow did I

walking," Melin

" Melinda ordered the guard

, Eliana's disguise fell apart. She collapsed

smile was a grotesque parody of wa

feed. An elderly woman with white hair lay in a private medical facil

ng treatment at one of New York's finest private medical facilities. The daily cost

nails digging so deep into her pa

do?" she asked, her vo

imple. You will take Annabell's place.

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“To pay for my grandmother's medical bills, my stepmother forced me to be a substitute bride for a notorious, ugly old man from the wealthy Holloway family. When I tried to escape, my stepsister deliberately tricked me into entering the wrong hotel suite. Instead of the old man, I stumbled into a hostage situation and was saved by a terrifying, icy billionaire-Branson Holloway, the king of New York. He didn't let me go. Instead, he pinned me down, his cold eyes locked onto a hidden childhood scar on my wrist as if he recognized me. Back home, my stepmother showed me photos of a hired thug standing over my frail grandmother's hospital bed, warning me to obey. I was completely trapped, a pawn in their cruel game. Then, Branson unexpectedly demanded that I attend his birthday banquet as his personal date. Insanely jealous, my stepmother and stepsister conspired to drug my wine at dinner, hoping to ruin me so my stepsister could take my place in Branson's bed. I didn't understand why this dangerous, powerful man was suddenly so fixated on me. Why did he know about my secret scar? What did he want from a pawn like me? I secretly swapped the drugged glasses, watching my stepsister make a complete fool of herself. But my small victory vanished when Branson cornered me in a private study, declaring that the marriage deal had changed. He wasn't just a powerful stranger; he was my new groom. Trapped beside him in a dark, empty movie theater later that night, I slowly pulled out my phone, ready to play a dangerous game of cat and mouse to escape the devil himself.”