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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.

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Friendly Discussion And Advice.

"I can see you're having fun at my expense," Leon's nose crinkled as he gulped down the remaining content of his wine glass and ordered more.

"You know, this would have been easier if you both hadn't gotten married in the first place," Tom said in a more serious tone. "At least she won't be chained by your decision of not wanting a child and you won't be feeling this way about having one."

"What are you insinuating? Leon asked between clenched jaw.

"Calm down bro, we're just having a friendly discussion. I don't want you to punch my face with the way your glaring at me right now." Tom said in a slightly amused tone.

"Can you be less annoying and just go straight to the point?" Leon asked impatiently. "Otherwise, a punched face will be the least of your worries."

"O...kay!" Tom drawled. "What I'm trying to say is that most women that I know, go into marriage with the hopes of having children of their own."