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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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Frost's Agony

"Boss, what do we do to the squealing chicken?" Sky asked when Leon received the call. "Should we send him to the slaughterhouse?"

"Sky, give me five minutes, I'll be with you shortly," Leon replied and ended the call.

He turned his attention to Ella, who had stopped crying. She was feeling calm after unburdening her heart.

"I'm so sorry for losing my nerves," Ella's said in an apologetic tone. "The sight of blood and Frost screeching got to me. I guess I'm not as strong as you."

"You are stronger than you could ever imagine, my love," Leon smiled "This is your first time practicing with a live target and if I were to sincerely grade you, I will give you eighty percent."

"Really! Even after my poor performance?" Ella's face brightened up. "Don't you think you are biased with your grading? I feel you giving me that high score because I'm a wife. A sincere score should be... forty-five percent."