Kidnapped by the Cold-Hearted CEO: His Sweet Obsession

her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. She kicked and flai

out sharply as she struggled, at

her vows. Now, this random guy in a sleek suit had barged into the ceremony with a bunch of men in ident

coms, but could someone explain why the guy

vein on his forehead twitching. Clearly pissed, he suddenl

a second, she was frozen.

ve, dark-toned suit hugged his tall, sharp figure, easily over six feet. Chisele

deep, warning-laced voice, brushing close

g a guy who seemed like he could snap at any second, s

nt, almost smug smile to tug

e dozen or so uniformed staffers stood at attention and gr

rying Ashley up the wide stai

She peeked from his shoulder, scanning the place for exit

kicked open a nearby door like it owed him money. He walke

at up fast, trying

before he pushed her back again. "Wh

nd of tone that sounded way too steady f

y a few inches b

ke a hawk sizing up its prey. Something dark flicker

up, trying to squirm out from under him, but he was too

casm. "We've shared a bed, and now you're playing the 'I don't know you

? What?! Tha

Sir, you've clearly mistaken me for someone else. I don't even know you, let alone have that

ncé

urned icy, filled with something almost murderous. T

pressed her palms against his chest, trying to push him away. "Okay, so

ff the bed, eager

ed down, caging her in with an arm. His voice was low and threaten

ley

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errifying force, his ey

wore only stoked his anger

n he said her name so accurately. She'd

le too fake?" he sneered, his hand on her

ook closely at me-I'm serious, you've got the wrong perso

exactly like you too?" His words came out thro

.

absurd coincidence