Semua Bab A Bride For The CEO: Bab 1 - Bab 10

††★†† Lexie's life was a life like no other. She wasn't rich, but she had everything she had ever wanted. She was successful, had fulfilled her dreams of becoming an artist and though she's not as famous as she'd like to be, she knew she had the potential to be. She had a loving family, had three protective older brothers and a mother and a father who pushes her to do her best. She had a best friend as well, a ball of sarcasm that always managed to cheer her up after a bad day. And lastly, she had a boyfriend, someone she loved dearly, so you could imagine how she felt when the manager of the LR company came to inform her that she would be marrying his son. She had respectfully turned him down, but he didn't take no for an answer, instead he had snapped his fingers and sadly that was the beginning of her captivation. After that, she had found herself in the grasp of two solid muscled men. They had dragged her to a black c

  After cleaning her plate, Lexie was forced to bathe, then coerced to haul on a tight fitted dress. He was taking her out and as his fiancé, he said she had to look her best. Her makeup was heavily done, her hair styled with bands and gel, her nails polished and properly groomed. She felt like a doll, beautiful yet fake, but it seems to him, she was beautiful and awfully real, at least that was how she seem to look in his eyes. She was standing atop of the staircase, a frown etched across her lips as his eyes assessed her. At the moment, his eyes didn't seem empty and dark, they had this little speck of light in them along with a pool of adoration. He was smiling, the tips of his lips almost touching his ears. Momentarily, she didn't feel fear busting through her veins...why? Well because he looked so innocent, way too innocent to kidnap and beat a woman into unconsciousness. But she knew better, she got the kidnap and the beatin

  Again, Lexie sat timidly in the left corner of the car, her captor seated in the opposite corner. His eyes were fixated on her, a look of amusement dwelling in their depths. "Come here, Lexie." He demanded, voice deep and calm.   Pretending not to hear, Lexie abruptly looked away, her eyes traveling to the tinted glass, barring her off from the blurred world of the outside. She missed her freedom and her drawings, she missed her mom, her dad, her best friend and her despicable brothers...   She missed her old life.   It had been almost a day and a half now since she had been kidnapped and the days of her captivation were her worst.   She hated feeling caged, but sadly, in that prison her captor called a house was where they were heading.   If she could, she'd refuse to go, but matters concerning her own damn life, she had no say in.   She was n

Zheme held tightly to Lexie's foot with the hand he considered good. He was in pain, his body aching so much that even sitting seemed arduous, yet he turned a blind eye to the pain and instead focused on his fleeing fiancé.   What was she doing?   Trying to kill him...?   What else was she planning to do?   Leave?   Where was she going?   To that place she once considered home?   If so, then today will not be the day she returned because he wouldn't let her.   She was his, now and forever more and to her, he'll ensure to make that very clear.   With all the strength he could muster, he pulled her back, watching with eyes that only held vengeance as she fell, face hitting the boards of the floor that had once been under her feet.   She winced, breathing the pain she no doubt de

Pain...   Hunger...   That's all Lexie felt.   Her back, her legs, her arms, her neck, everywhere ached with a mind numbing pain.    As her fiancé ordered, she received ten lashes and right after she claimed them like a token, she fell into a deep sleep of unconsciousness.   She thought she'd die when the first hit had punctured her skin and she saw hell and heaven when she got the last one.   Every moment of that punishment was like living in relentless anguish, but despite the harshness of it, the hunger she felt was worst.   It felt like a dagger was stuck in her stomach or probably parasites eating away flesh would more or likely define it.   Its been a day and a half —if she calculated it correctly— since water or food had touched her lips and she was dying, slowly atrophying. If she could reach the dust tha