The Runaway Bride of the Tyrant CEO

people had already returned to their seats. She glanced at the only empty de

first page-her own sloppy, barely legible handwriting. Only her name and class were written; the rest of the pages were bl

e had to pretend to be this Nora-the lazy, rebellious one who never listened in class. Her deskmate, noticing her flipping through the

of students reciting aloud, Nora clos

e for her to complete the storyline and return to her original world. But if that wasn't pos

ena Harding, would then be around the male lead, which would coincide with the SAT exams. If she c

lt a glimmer of hope. Maybe life

student behind her. It seemed like Nora and her deskmate didn't have a great relationship either. Nora glanced at

the back row. He was quiet, and Nora barely heard him speak until the

ression full of impatience and annoyance

oublesome? What exactly h

muster the courage to continue staring. She quickly buried her face in her arms.

wind billowed his jacket, and soon his silhouette faded into the distance. Nora watched him go and sighed. Ho

or

d and saw Lena Ha

ng Ryan Harding. I saw you confessing to him last week, and he rejected you. He doesn't want to date;

her the cold shoulder. No one likes being bothered like that. But Lena's tone

ght red. "Y-You... You

a hated Nora so much-Nora had "set

e didn't, she'd never let herself be bullied. She knew that the tra

en don't meddle with me. At least I had the courage to tell him how I felt, while you didn't. I don't ca

in anger. How could an

felt unrealistic to her. The male lead and the female lead weren't even on the same level. One wa

h, and calling her righteous felt too generous-she was just good at causing trouble. The stereotypical CEO's love interest... Nora thought of the man who strangled

the couch, the bright lights of the villa illuminating his face as he leafed through documents. At his fe

antly. She remembered that terrifying feeli

oorway, too scared to move. No wonder the original Nora had tried to escape-

walked over, ordering her to change into slippers. Seei

d his file. The bodyguard handed him the leash

or

ia

He watched as her composed facade shattered, the girl trapped in a small space w

was somewhat pl

in front of her as Liam snapped his

he drawl

if he was talking

ng a wave of hatred toward the man

narrowed. He felt no guilt for bullying a minor. His eyes lingered on her lips for a brief

handing him a handkerchief. Liam wiped his fingers meticulousl

ng in the direction he had gone. Liam Creighton was, without a

s, the chefs wouldn't make her anything. The villa was shrouded in a single dim light as Martha informed h

ighton was doing. He treated people like toys, molding them to fit his liking

Nora headed to

in the center. Even the male lead's storage room felt luxurious

while. Around eleven, she quietly left the room to wash up since the

ora didn't dare turn on any more lights as sh

massive villa only had bodyguards outside and no one el

he had class the next day. With the SATs approach

unger. High school life was demanding, an

t "transmigrator" ever-starving in another world. She bit her

und, a "snap," followed by a heavy "thud," as if so

illed in, and she saw Liam Creighton curled up on the fl

rudge. This reaction clearly in

ead died, she was probably done fo

mber night air biting at her skin. Sh

aking, but he recognized the soft,

rasped, his voice

Where is it?" No

the coffee table..."

oo heavy for her. So, she rushed to

e flipped the light switch on. The sudden brightn