Imprisoned by the CEO
“You will have to marry me and bear me a child.” “What the fuck?!” Logic flew out of the window when Grace heard him say that. “Excuse me, what did you just say?” Maybe, she was the one who had heard him wrong. It could have been anything except marrying him and giving him a child. “You heard me,” Christian tsked, “but I’ll repeat it. Marry me and have my child.” Her mouth opened and gaped at me. In her mind, she was trying to make sense about what was going on. How in the world had it come to be? What in the world could make the situation come to this?! “No?” Grace replied, but then realized that the word was not firm enough. “No.” she said again. Christian frowned, and it seemed so innocent like he had not asked her the most unbelievable thing. “Why not? I thought you wanted to help me. You offered.” “I offered my help, my brain, my support not my,” she hesitated, “stomach!” What was the word for it? “Womb,” he provided. “Yes!” She slapped her hand on the table. “You don’t get my womb!” “I don’t?” He challenged. “No!” “What if helping me out means Lorelai coming out of a coma?” Grace felt her heart drop. “What?” Christian nodded. “What if helping me out, agreeing to what you have to do for me, means bringing your grandmother out of the, that she is in?” ******** Grace was one strong girl and with the people she put her trust in, that was only a small number, she knew she could conquer the world, or at least she thought to herself. When her best friend proposed a deal that could change their lives, she made a decision that was going to be mutually beneficial to both of them. But one renovation led to many and everything has been just a game, a manipulation from him. Everything was full of deceit, lies, planning and plotting against her. Every single thing, right down the fact that only he had been her friend… Everything was a lie and she had been living it, willingly. Tropes; Friends to lovers, office romance, best friends, frenemies, marriage of convenience, possessive villainous and morally gray heroes!
Perfect mornings - I
Chrisitan's POV.
The ring in her hand had his initials on them.
His name. Christian Miller.
Christian played the fingers of the right hand. The very hand that now has his name on it. How he had tuffet for so long, it had now become a reality, and nothing was getting in the way of that.
He narrowed his eyes at her sleeping form next to him, there was a possibility that she had not noticed that at the moment. Given that she had not taken the ring off nor had she examined before he had put it on her. Christian swallowed the chuckle, realizing that she would get to know where Grace would internally panic. And when he would ask her what it was, Grace was going to lie, try to defect from the topic only for her to tell him what was actually going on.
It was always the same cycle.
No matter how much you tried to hide from him, she would always end up telling him everything going on in her life. They both preferred it that way.