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

"I'm meddling!" Denise slowly dropped her spoon and glared at Tom.

"Babe, you know I don't think or feel that way about you." Tom pleaded as he watched Denise rise to her feet and tower above him while spewing invisible fiery darts with her narrowed eyes.

"If you don't think or feel that way, then why would you come down here and feed me such crap? Did Leon put you up to this?" Denise asked angrily.

Tom stood up and tried to hold her but she pushed his hands away and scowled at him.

"Answer my question, Tom. Did your ungrateful friend put you up to this? I sacrificed our..." Denise emphasized the word, 'our', "...special dinner night just to attend to his hurting wife because he wasn't there her."

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