Trapped In The Tyrannical CEO's Love

t with your current condition,

ed blindly out of the hospital doors. But just a second later, she was yank

by's father is Waylon-yes, Waylon-from the powerful Holden family! This child could make us filthy r

ed out, her body trembling,

a fire ripped her world apart, taking her

ment he realized the wealth her family once had was long gone, some

reached a new low-he planned to

iver had shoved her int

unborn child to squeeze money out of Waylon. And she knew-if she didn't escape tod

e screech of tires cut through the air. A car pulled up, and

lden..." Oliv

her used to be a loyal servant of the Sullivan family.

gut-wrenching flashes. The sealed room. The suffocating tension. The sound of fabric tearin

she's pregnant with your child. I-I wa

uld hear the fear woven into every

on of the president of the Holden Group. In

ped a note colder. "Ms. Sulliva

olden, please help me. Oliver... He's trying to force me into an abortion." She reached out,

Mr. Holden, she's lying! I wouldn't dar

es landing on Adeline's hand as he w

st, his arms were seized,

into a stretch limousine. Her body was shoved onto the s

r ankle. "Don't touch me!" she gasped, the

as ever, popped open a medical kit and dipped a cotton swab in antis

But that didn't mean she trusted Waylon. To her,

features showing no emotion. "Ms. Sullivan, I'm sure you understand my

essed together, refusing to answer. She could feel the weight behind his que

tter," Waylon added, a faint

the baby was truly Waylon's or not, it was still a stain they refused to bear. She drew in a shaky breath before whispering hoarsely, "Mr. Holden, I d

ing. His silence

an abortion. Please... Just let me live. I'll disappear-I'll leave

nt the words left her lips, a sudden jolt of

before he slowly raised his face to meet hers. His lips curled into a slow, sharp smile as her face contorte