Betrayed Bride: The CEO's Contract Marriage

treet, the Sinclair family will take

e glance back. She clutched the suffocating layers of her custom silk wedding gown, yanking the hem upward with a ferocity that tore the fabric clean. The shriek of splitting silk was swallowed by a clap of thund

tch-black alley. The cold hit her like a fist to the chest, her teeth chattering so violently her jaw ached. Behind her, the sweeping beams of f

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led herself up, her soaked dress dragging her down like a lead weight. As she swung her leg over the top, her palm slipped-one sharp, rusted edge sl

apped clean. Her right ankle twisted with a sickening pop, and agony shot up her leg, making her stomach heave. She crumpled to her kn

Chloe threw an arm over her eyes, blinded by the glare. "There she is! Block the exit!"

gged herself up, limping toward the massive car. Inside, the driver slammed on the brakes; the tires scr

ndshield-but the dark tint only reflected her own ruin: soaked hair clinging to her face, a torn wedding dress, blood

ch, intoxicating scent of cedarwood and dark tobacco-sharp contrast to the freezing rain, making her

aw and cracked. Bloody handprints smu

er indifference-until his dark eyes locked onto the woman outside. His fingers tightened around the

t left bruises. "Quit running, Miss Sinclair," he spat, yanking her backward. Chloe screamed, thrashing, and the strap of

ing swallowed the noise. He cupped his hands around his mouth, shouting through the crack

dark, violent storm crossed his eyes, the air in the cabin dropping ten degrees. "Open the

he rain, popping a black umbrella that shielded the cabin from the guards' view-and with his free hand, he drew a matte-black Gloc

custom license plate-and all the color drained from his face

s-long, elegant fingers, adorned with a Patek Philippe watch-clamping firmly around her waist. She crashed into a chest as hard as granite, the heat

alm. The door slammed shut, cutting off the storm, the guards, the world outside. The cabin fell

a pair of eyes as dark and cold as a frozen lake. Carlisle stared down at her, his express

he asked, hi