Trapped In The Tyrannical CEO's Love

leather sofa tucked into the shadows. One arm rested lazily o

diated an unmistakable chill-detached, dominant, and laced wi

from the shadows, stepping int

en his eyes with a slow blink at his subordinate

nce that night-the baby is yours. And there's more. Oliver admitted Mrs. Holden had nothing to do with the setup. She's innocent.

ographs Jaxton Andrews had just handed

s married to you, Mr. Holden, I figured it was only proper

ep repeating that title. For a second, I thought th

elf against the sofa. In that moment, he realized-Waylon s

d leaned back into the sofa, shutt

woman in a bikini sashayed past him and slid into the seat

ttle?" She leaned into Waylon, her damp body pressin

ing, and now she wasn't about to waste the moment. With a playful tilt of

," Waylon re

d you didn't return to the Holden family until five years ago. That must have been really tough, huh? Gro

and extended a hand to

y smile and reached out,

as Waylon suddenly kicked, sending

.

bu as a black car moved steadily down the avenue, the trees l

ere's no need for you to tag along," Adeli

g as Waylon's stand-in at the wedding, replied. "You've got a baby on

Ruby was preferable to the others in the Holden hous

helped Adeline out. Together, the two walked into the hospital. Overhead,

rby. "Mr. Holden, please go easy with the whip next time, or you'l

on of "Holden." Her attention snapped towar

e, a masked doctor worked with visible tension, hands tremblin

ck trousers and a pair of crossed legs that suggested complete ease. One hand rested on the armres

atient showed no reaction, no twitch, no wince.

ing faster. She couldn't be sure, but something about thi