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Bound By Contract: The Possessive CEO's Bride

Bound By Contract: The Possessive CEO's Bride

Author: Hua Luoluo
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1169    |    Released on: Today at 11:44

ds. The metal was freezing against her palms. The lock mechani

cold hardwood floor, her chest heaving as

ls. The sound stopped right outside her door. Kaylee's h

ice pierced through the heavy mahogany wood. The t

hake. The tremor traveled u

A cruel laugh followed. "He might be sixty-five, but he has p

omach twisted into a violent knot. The thought o

rself at the door. She slammed her ope

palms turned raw and red from the impa

ldly through the door. "You have no money.

e high heels faded

p. The clock on the wall read ten at night. The ticking sound felt li

ty jewelry box sat there. It was the only thing her mother had left

wiped her wet cheeks with the back of h

art. The storm outside was violent. Rain lashed against the thick glass.

ain immediately whipped into the room. It soaked the thin fa

oor to the lawn was steep. The darkness swallowed the groun

lk bedsheet and pulled with all her might. It came loose. The fabric was incred

he pulled the other end with both hands, tearing her fingernails in the pr

ogany bedpost. She pulled on it with her entire body wei

gust of wind hit her chest, nearly throwing her backward. She wra

n made the fabric impossibly slick. She had to squeeze her hands s

sound cut through the noise

m her throat, but she instantly slapped her

feet above the g

violently. A blinding flash of pain shot up her leg

r hair to her face, blinding her. She wiped the mud an

hes ten feet away. The estate security guar

ch in the mud. She stopped

sound of his heavy boots squelched in the mud and

ed a shak

of the estate. The cold wind sliced across her wet cheeks like ti

in and a heavy padlock secured it. She shove

vy in her chest. Th

away a section of the iron bars. The gap was incre

f the iron scraped against her bare arms. Warm blood mixed with the cold rain runni

. It was pitch black. There were no streetlights.

le, sending a wave of dirty water crashing over her. She w

dragging her by the hair. Mitch Ziegl

asphalt. She didn't know how long she ran. Time blurred as her bare feet slapped against

hysical strength drained with every step. Her lungs felt lik

ights cut through the dark storm. The lights looked like a tear in

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