Married To A Cassanova Billionaire

of hope for brighter days ahead. My thoughts spiraled in every dire

the righ

this really

upposed t

ll happ

came to save me, then why

ry coherent thought. My chest tightened, and I felt trapped, not

re I had always been treated like nothing-a shadow of my former self? Should I yell for help, hoping someone,

efore the man and the woman returned, this time with a girl probably in her early 20s trailing behind them. She looked upset, h

is

o this nightmare just as I had been? Or was she

ead to stay seated and observe. My instincts screamed at me to

cold locked onto mine. "You're here because we need you to do someth

nt. "What could you possibly need f

t married to a tycoon's son," he began, nodding toward the younger girl, "because we w

ow, unsure where

er tone matter-of-factly. "He rarely steps outside his house

re just rumors"

e're serious. I

d, noticing how red the

ried everything to get him to cooperate, but it's impossible

repeated,

like me possibly h

f a prison cell, suggested someone close to me had bet

unfair

said bluntly, his words li

Excuse me?" I said, my voice

't stand him cheating on my daughter. Since you were... well, let's call it

aughter-burst into tears. "But, Dad, I want to marry him!" she w

n? What

st of all," I said, my voice trembling with barely contained fury, "how di

air. "Someone told us about you," he said casually. "Let's say......

ind

he... a

e. Someone I had trusted, or at least someone who knew my

ll prepare you for it. All you have to do is accept the arrangement, marry him, stay wit

er me. "It's not that easy," I said,

faint smile, as if he trul

ing. You think you can just pick up a random woman on the word of some 'moron' and m

defiance hanging in the

calculating expression. "Wow," he said slow

that made them look more like hired muscle than anything else. "Lock her

ed, struggling as they grabbed my arms and hauled me to my feet. "This is illegal

hey dragged me towards the stairs. I kicked and thrashed, desperate to break fre

t it touched my nostrils, a sickly sweet smell filled my senses, and everything around me

can't be

wallowed m

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restricted, I saw the reason I couldn't move, my wrists was bound tightly with rope that cut into m

chair and a dusty window that barely let in any light. The sound of

ing second. My mind raced back to the man's chilling w

This wasn't just a nightmare. It was my reali

ng to let them b

hardening as I planned my next

wait-for strength, for an opening,