Sold as a Substitute Bride, Claimed by the Ruthless CEO

Chapter 5

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a silent, terrifying efficiency. They dragged the unconscious Vic Tucker from

nto a movie about the mob. Her fear of Branson

ce in the vast suite was heavy

a glass of water. He didn't drink it.

her eyes locked on

ffee table in front of her. He then opened a firs

ched back, but he caught her wri

pping the swab in the antiseptic, he

roken skin made her wince, but s

nce she had just witnessed. He was close, so close she could see

ndage, his fingers brushing against her collarb

ing distance between them.

watching her with an unnerving calm. "Where?

ined from her

w colder. "For money? Or for the Stev

der. Her anger finally overrode h

genuine interest in his gaze. "Forced b

liana bit her lip, trapped between the tru

her, his height forcing her to

t a request; it was a command. "Tell me

hat there was no such thing as a free l

urse, it's not free. From the moment I saved you, your life became my

ower in his words stu

rivate dining room, a multi-course

t his steak, Brans

a Moon? Moon is you

dying law a

ded, "You were forced. Wh

umped slightly. "My grandmother is in the hospit

ing a mental note. He seamless

ur wrist. How d

estion. Eliana instinctively covered her wrist with her o

aving a little boy. She couldn'

ue, but a flicker of disappo

l, through a series of surgical questions, he had pie

ally be allowed to leave. Instead, Branson had

aving no room for argument. "I'm t

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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.”