Tres_Aguila

WARNING [MATURE CONTENT]
Ella clenched her chest and tried to scream but an invisible hand was placed over her mouth.
The nurse brought out a sharp and pointy knife. "Let's carve out that dead baby, shall we?" She took off her veil only to reveal Chloe's face.
"Chloe!" She said inaudibly as she thrashed and wrestled to save herself and her baby.
"No!"
"No!"
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After five years of hard work, commitment, and devotion to the fashion company she worked for, Twenty-four years old Ariella, 'Ella', was more angry than devastated when she didn't get promoted to creative director, a position she not only qualified for, but one she deserved. 

While she is trying to figure out her next move, Ariella finds herself entangled in a contract marriage arrangement with Leon Treshvier-- The very bossy, arrogant, and playboy billionaire CEO of a rival fashion company.

Will Ariella be able to tame her playboy husband? Will she be able to keep up with the demands of their contract and achieve her sole purpose of creating a niche for herself in the fashion world?

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A Stolen Kiss From THE CEO!

REJECTED BY HUSBAND CHASED BY THE BILLIONAIRE CEO

NEE BOOK ALERT

"Here we go again," Tom sighed. He knew Fred was about to ruin the mood with one of his usual outrageous requests.

"Tom, I don't want you to take this the wrong way," Fred carefully scrutinized Tom's slightly piqued expression before he continued speaking.

"I came to this city with two major intentions. Number 1; to apologize to you for my rude behavior during the family Thanksgiving dinner. I hope you have accepted my apology?"

"Sure." Tom shrugged nonchalantly as he waited for the dreaded number two intention.

"Number 2. To test your fiancee for one week and see if she would come back to me or stick with you."

"What the hell!" Tom's face lit up in fierce anger.

He couldn't believe the words that were coming out of Fred's mouth. Has Fred suddenly lost his mind? Was he drunk on cheap alcohol? Is he on some ecstasy drugs? What the hell was he thinking to come up with such a derilious idea? Who did Fred take him for, a fool?

A Devious Intention