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A Stolen Kiss From THE CEO!

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!" ... 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? ---- Welcome! Thanks for choosing this book. This is my first and I promise a thrilling ride for all lovers of this genre. Please add to your collection list, drop a review and support the growth of the book with gifts, power stone and golden tickets. You can also check out my new books: FALLING FOR A VICIOUS MIND! ABIGAIL'S DILEMMA Thank you all. Book cover does not belong to me. Kudos to artist.

Tres_Aguila · Urban
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474 Chs

Doctor Julie's Questions

Ella's ears picked up the incessant beeping of monitor devices, strange and familiar voices of people discussing in hushed voices, and the distant squeaking of clogs on the tiled floor.

"Where am I?" She queried her inner thoughts. Although her eyelids felt heavy, she fluttered them severally before her eyes finally opened. Due to the brightly lit room, she squinted a little until her eyesight adjust the bright light in the room.

"Doctor, I think she is finally awake."

Ella picked up Denise's voice. She slowly turned her head to the other side and was met by Denise's affectionate gaze.

Denise quickly walked over to her bedside and sat down beside her, stroking her forehead tenderly. Denise wore a worried but maternal look, like a loving mother concerned for the well-being of her sick child.

"How do you feel, dear?" Denise spoke in her softest and most charming voice.