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!" Paul muttered while staring at the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in apprehension.

"What grandchildren?" Ella asked mockingly. "Is it the ones you encouraged your son to abandon for another woman? Or is it the ones you and your despicable daughter almost beat out of me back at Islafub? What happened to the gold-digging wife who came to steal your family fortune?" Ella snarled.

"You must really have no shame at all to cough out those words. Maybe a brain resetting will help you discern who your grandchildren are. Because these babies in my womb..." Ella gently stroked her baby bumps. "...will never be your grandchildren."

"Ella!" Tears started flowing from Marissa's eyes.

"I will advise that you take that trash out of my house before tomorrow morning. Otherwise, I'll have given away or better still burnt." Ella hissed as she sat down and picked up her book.

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