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Little Bride

Chapter 4 The Ghost of a Name

Word Count: 1736    |    Released on: 11/10/2026

the chaotic lobby entirely, until they reached the private basem

by the open rear door. In his hands, he held a fol

he was certain she was sitting comfortably, her injured ankle resting safely against the cushions. He pulled his heavy blac

stepped forward,

ause you requested is locked in-the bride holds the absolute right to dissolve the marriage at

the white pages, his eyes falling directly o

egal registry requires immediate validation to lock the contract before midnight. We

rage. The ticking of his watch reminded him he had

quiet interior of the vehicle, his piercing gray eyes locking onto the mysterious girl huddled

ntract board, his voice dropping into a low, co

nne Cross," she

ed close to the white paper, his knuckles turning white. A chaotic storm of suppressed memories flashed be

cking his watch. "The midnight deadli

locking back into an unreadable mask. Without looking back at the g

s into the blank fields, signed his own name as the corporate witnes

eat lines of the legal document. Her fingers trembled slightly, but her mind was remarkably clear. This contract was a shield against

s through the window. "Thank you," she

epped into the backseat, sliding onto the leather beside her. The

than comma

He sat rigidly in his corner, his piercing gray eyes fixed unblinkingly on Vivienne, analyzing her. He

nst her ribs under his intense, silent scrutiny. She shifted uncomfo

ght-iron security gates and cruising up a winding driveway. The Maybach finally p

quickly stepped out, walking arou

ok at her. Finally, he spoke, his voice low, grav

confusion, which quickly sparked into an irritated, defensive glare. They had literally

r chin tilting up in defiance despite her exhaustion. Did this arrogant billionaire think he w

g to her trembling lips. "Such a long name, little bride," Ethan commen

her like a pet. She pushed back against his space, h

gh the quiet night air like a heavy steel blade as he stare

r of the sleek Maybach, and opened the door on her side. Without asking for permission, he leaned into the pl

ic of his white dress shirt for balance. "I can walk," she protested soft

slightly. "Oh, can you?" he asked, his tone dripping with quiet sarcasm as his

gh of defeat, she let her tense posture collapse against his massive frame, gently resting her head against his br

e against his chest, he carried her powerfully

ed, her blue eyes widening as she took in

his footsteps echoing sharply against the p

p immediately. Ethan had already ordered his private doctor to be on standby before they even left the hotel.

form hurried toward them. It was Aunt May, the trust

y prepared as per your previous ar

y heiress whom he intended to keep at a cold distance. But looking down at the small, fragile girl huddled under his massive t

ty through the hallway. "She will be staying in the master bedroom. And from this moment on, she is the absolute mis

ck, but she quickly bowed her head r

wn on the center of his king-size bed. Within seconds, the family doctor ente

doctor's hands touched her skin, h

ing a thick crepe bandage, wrapping it firmly around her joint to stabilize it. "It's a severe sprain, but there are no br

edical pad before handing the prescription dir

y the medicines immediately," Ethan ord

ess. Ethan walked over to the edge of the bed, bending down to adjust the heavy silk pillows behind Vivienne, helping her

d by the sudden luxury and the strange, pro

of the master suite was shattered by a loud, lively voice echoing f

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“"Do not expect a single thing from me. You are nothing but a temporary placeholder to secure my corporate seat."When Ethan Thorne's original high-society bride ran away on their wedding day, it threatened to strip him of his multi-billion-dollar global empire. To save his position and protect the Thorne lineage, the ice-cold, ruthless sovereign needed an immediate replacement. Enter Vivienne Cross-a trauma-scarred street baker whose abusive father had just sold her to a disgusting old man for money. Desperate to escape her living nightmare and find safety, she agreed to step into the white dress and become his substitute bride.Ethan is a heartless tyrant who spent years building an impenetrable wall of sub-zero ice around his chest, swearing he would never let a single woman soften his iron rules.But inside the private walls of the grand Thorne estate, his possessive actions tell a dangerous story. When the shadows of Vivienne's abusive past crawl back into his territory, the man who claimed he wouldn't care if she vanished drops completely to his knees on a hard wood floor just to look into his sleeping little bride's eyes. When the world tries to push her down, his massive six-foot-two frame transforms into a lethal, bulletproof shield."Look at me only, little one. Stop running that dirty brain of yours. Anyone who dares to touch my territory belongs to the grave."The lines have been permanently blurred, the transaction has become a dangerous obsession, and the king has officially found his sovereign anchor. Read the absolute commercial sensation now!”