Sold as a Substitute Bride, Claimed by the Ruthless CEO

Chapter 3

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ged in her opulent bedroom, pop

ldn't dare disobey," she said, her voice gl

ed elegance. Her eyes were cold. "Don't celebrate too soon. If she

er curiosity piqued.

oway, the third son, is hosting a party in his suite at The Plaza Hotel tonight. We just n

she looked at the key card

osing an engagement gown," Melinda drove

, but her mind was a whirlwind, desperately searching for

an expensive but garishly revealing red s

le girl who looked like a lamb being led to

herself to go to the restroom. When she returned, she

e black key c

ear. "This is your chance to change your fate, Eliana. Mr. Julian Hollo

aking against her skin. But when she looked up, her fa

triumphant, her open

car and watched from across the street as she walked through the gil

t lobby, the key card feeling

for her in room 3608. A hu

it. She absolu

diately fell into step behind her, their presence

reat. She walked

desperate face. As the numbers climbed, her

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a sparked in the d

and the doors slid op

ht toward 3608, walked with resolute steps tow

the hotel's most exclusive suite.

hoever it was, they were a better gamble than the "old and ugly"

down her dress, and forced a stif

d and pressed the

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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.”