Sold as a Substitute Bride, Claimed by the Ruthless CEO

Chapter 6

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s a simple, elegant white Chanel dress, the complete opposi

against the door as she could get, creating a cha

eyes closed, looking for all the world like he was asleep, but Eliana k

s almost cruel, a fallen angel carved from ice and shadow.

r mind. "Branson Holloway, th

it b

he was Branson Holloway, then her escape from the Stevens

stop in front of t

out. He simply opened his e

he threw the door open and practically fl

oke in a low voice. "Sir, sha

es were dark and unreadable. "No. The game is just beginning. Let her handle them herself. And Ar

to find Melinda and Annabell wait

a priceless designer gown and

grabbing Eliana's arm. "What happened to you? Where is

er face a mask of cold fury. "I

abell screamed. "

dress Eliana was wearing. She recognized the lab

at would only complicate things.

a harsh, ugly sound. "Eliana, do yo

no answers, lost her patience.

no need for us to pretend anymore," she

will not leave this house.

We will inform your grandmother that you are to

ent!" Eliana shot back, h

y calling the police. Let's see who they believe. The respected

ention. Your grandmother's primary physician? He's an old family friend. On

ed blade, plunging stra

ue, soul-deep despair. They had her. They

two triumphant, ug

with chilling precision, she

ng, all-consuming hatred. She knew now that escape wa

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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.”