Escaping His Chains: The Ruthless CEO's Secret Lover

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r voice trembling. "Anthon

o-ceiling window, her face, now a sha

hony Dixon's hands, familiar with e

body shook wi

nt seemed to fuel hi

llway. Despite the closed

veral senior executives were already gathered in the co

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went to check the equipment in

hroat, the fear of being di

her mouth, fearful of le

ntless, his teasing and tormenting nearl

ur mind..." she whispere

er body and his cold, emotionless eyes were apparent

ust have known a day like this would co

ashed over her. Joanna's eyes brimmed wit

licate cheeks, falling into her mo

nd her father, Henrik Peters, saw his shares steadily diluted. Consumed by corporate affai

ee hours, evidence was gathered, a trial was conducted, and he entered a g

in prison, he had instructed Joanna,

rom a small town, possessed a gentle and refined air but knew nothing of running a business. Wh

amid the onslaught from more dominant clan

at that time, shoulder

her and then ventured a

with boldness. She perched on his lap, looped her arms around

oup's shares, gently removed her hand and asked w

eters family, Joanna was the ep

izing allure. Tilting her head back, she planted a soft k

ipstick from his lips with his finger

," she i

n black and red - her usual demureness replaced by a blend

, Anthony shut

h predatory intensity, as if

, they h

clung to his muscular frame a

sh alliance, sacrificing hersel

ompany as my secret