All Chapters of CEO’s Runaway bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Let go off me!" Scarlett thrashed around as more than four hands grabbed unto her, successfully stopping from becoming a monster."I said let go off me!" She barked again, still struggling to get away from their strong hold.Seriously, were they aiming to break her hands?!Unfortunately, her frail strength could not be compared to that of the trained bodyguards, who held onto her with an iron grip.She immediately launched herself at one of the bodyguards, her attempt to break free fueling her determination. However, the other three guards swiftly intervened, overpowering her."Shut your mouth b*tch!" One of the bodyguards unable to bear her tantrums, shouted and shoved her to the ground earning a loud scream from her.It hurts.Black dots filled her vision yet that didn’t stop her from glaring daggers at the guard.God knew if eyes were guns loaded with bullets, the guard would be long gone. Hatred burned in her eyes as she glared at the guard, but the hatred in her eyes burned so

Scar's expression remained blank as the maids continued to shower her with praise for their own efforts. She knew that her beauty was merely a canvas for their skillful makeup application.Alice, the leader of the maids, smiled and enthusiastically snapped various pictures of Scar. She believed that showcasing Scar's beauty on Instagram would attract more followers and potential patrons.Scar sat there, looking at her reflection in the mirror with a face that screamed, "I'd rather be anywhere else." If this was her dream wedding, she'd probably be so ecstatic that she could drop dead from the sheer grandeur of the makeup. But alas, this charade was nothing short of repulsive. As the unbearable squealing continued, Scar felt a surge of frustration rising within her. Just when she was about to lash out, the door swung open, and in walked a man who could make hearts skip a beat. Scar couldn't help but think, 'Wow,' as she admired his handsome features, from his mesmerizing smile to hi

In a secluded area of New York, nestled amidst lush greenery, stands a magnificent grand house that exudes an air of elegance and mystery. The house, a sprawling mansion, is a sight to behold with its intricate architecture, towering columns, and ornate details. Its pristine white exterior contrasts beautifully with the surrounding landscape, creating a captivating visual spectacle.The the sight of the garage, a haven for car enthusiasts would leave one awestruck.The garage was filled with an impressive collection of cars, each one more luxurious and sleek than the last. From classic vintage beauties to modern sports cars, the collection showcased a wide array of automotive marvels. The guards stationed around the property added an element of security and intrigue, dressed in sharp uniforms and maintaining a vigilant watch over the premises.In this overly beautiful house, two men were seen engaged in a heated argument.Or more like the younger one, was nagging the elder looking

"You're hired," he said, leaving her speechless. She couldn't believe it. After all the strange questions he had asked during the interview, she never expected to actually get the job."Wait, really?" she blurted out, still trying to process the sudden turn of events.He looked at her, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Don't you want the job?" he asked, making sure he hadn't misunderstood her reaction.She’d better not dare refuse the job.She quickly shook her head, realizing she had given off the wrong impression. "No, no! I definitely want the job!" she exclaimed, a mix of excitement and relief flooding over her."Then what are you waiting for?" he asked, a frown on his handsome face, "Get started!"She jumped up from her seat, trying her best not to trip over her own excitement. But as she looked at her new boss, she couldn't help but notice a hint of grumpiness beneath that handsome face of his."Sir, what do I do?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of hesitation and curiosit

Finally, the day was over, Scar stepped out of the office building, the weariness evident in her movements. The day had been long, and the weight of exhaustion pressed heavily on her small shoulders. God knew that if killing was illegal, she’d have killed that Damn CEO.The bustling streets of New York City stretched before her as she made her way to the side of the road, the yellow glow of taxi lights painting the asphalt in hues.With a tired sigh, Scar raised her hand, and a taxi glided to a stop in front of her. The driver looked at her expectantly as she slid into the backseat. She told him her address, her voice reflecting the fatigue she felt.The taxi maneuvered through the labyrinth of New York's streets, the cityscape a tapestry of lights and shadows. Scar gazed out of the window, lost in thought as the urban symphony played around her.Finally, the taxi arrived at her destination. Scar paid the fare, swish of bills exchanging hands. As she stepped out onto the familiar s