Twisted Love: The Bride He Never Loved
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Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Abandoned for His First Love img
Chapter 16 Chapter 16 A Candy, A Child, A Choice img
Chapter 17 Chapter 17 A Life Hanging by a Thread img
Chapter 18 Chapter 18 His Mother Knows Everything img
Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Slapped in Public, Again img
Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Friends Again, After All the Pain img
Chapter 21 Chapter 21 His kisses, Her collapsed img
Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Take the Pill, Erase the Night img
Chapter 23 Chapter 23 Her Words Were Sugar and Steel img
Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Blamed for Another Woman's Fall img
Chapter 25 Chapter 25 His Cruelty, A Stranger's Kindness img
Chapter 26 Chapter 26 A Stranger's Kindness and Secrets img
Chapter 27 Chapter 27 A Jealous Man's Fury img
Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Accusations, Tension, and A Growing Secret img
Chapter 29 Chapter 29 A Hostile Reunion with Her Father img
Chapter 30 Chapter 30 When the Past Resurfaces img
Chapter 31 Chapter 31 When Vengeance Meets Innocence img
Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Bargaining with the Devil img
Chapter 33 Chapter 33 A Fragile Peace at Home img
Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Hired by a Familiar Face img
Chapter 35 Chapter 35 A Mother's Impossible Choice img
Chapter 36 Chapter 36 Caught Fighting Over the Same Man img
Chapter 37 Chapter 37 She Knows His Dirty Secret img
Chapter 38 Chapter 38 His Mother Meets Her Father img
Chapter 39 Chapter 39 Was That a Date Invitation img
Chapter 40 Chapter 40 She Works for His Rival img
Chapter 41 Chapter 41 He Refuses to Fire Her img
Chapter 42 Chapter 42 She's Not Welcome Here img
Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Publicly Denied, Secretly Protected img
Chapter 44 Chapter 44 Your Father Broke Her Heart img
Chapter 45 Chapter 45 Caught in the Shadows img
Chapter 46 Chapter 46 He Bought Her House img
Chapter 47 Chapter 47 He Claimed Her in Front of Her Father img
Chapter 48 Chapter 48 He Told Her Father Everything img
Chapter 49 Chapter 49 Doctor Nearly Exposes Pregnancy img
Chapter 50 Chapter 50 So Close to a Forbidden Kiss img
Chapter 51 Chapter 51 The Jealous Tyrant Strikes Again img
Chapter 52 Chapter 52 Her Father's Plea for Respect img
Chapter 53 Chapter 53 Past Shadows and New Offers img
Chapter 54 Chapter 54 The Truth Behind Her Death img
Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Confessions and Complicated Love img
Chapter 56 Chapter 56 A Heart Torn Between Three women img
Chapter 57 Chapter 57 Torn Between Truth and Fear img
Chapter 58 Chapter 58 The Other Woman Moves In img
Chapter 59 Chapter 59 A Familiar Face Haunts Him img
Chapter 60 Chapter 60 Caught Between Two Men img
Chapter 61 Chapter 61 Claimed Against Her Will img
Chapter 62 Chapter 62 Trapped Between Love and Fear img
Chapter 63 Chapter 63 Tension, Jealousy, and Truth Revealed img
Chapter 64 Chapter 64 Tug of War: Her Heart at Stake img
Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Begging for Release, Torn Loyalties img
Chapter 66 Chapter 66 A Cold War of the Heart img
Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Secrets, Tension, and Family Ties img
Chapter 68 Chapter 68 Three's a Crowd, One Heart Hurts img
Chapter 69 Chapter 69 Brother-in-Law or Rival in Love img
Chapter 70 Chapter 70 A Bloody Shock and A Dark Truth img
Chapter 71 Chapter 71 Exposed: The Baby and the Lies img
Chapter 72 Chapter 72 A Child Worth Fighting For img
Chapter 73 Chapter 73 Secrets Unraveled in the Hospital img
Chapter 74 Chapter 74 Divorce After Delivery, He Said img
Chapter 75 Chapter 75 Someone Tried to Kill the Baby img
Chapter 76 Chapter 76 Moved In, But Not Welcome img
Chapter 77 Chapter 77 A Fragile Peace Before the Storm img
Chapter 78 Chapter 78 Her Ex Wants Her Back img
Chapter 79 Chapter 79 She Chooses Her Husband img
Chapter 80 Chapter 80 She Won't Look Back img
Chapter 81 Chapter 81 He Gets Jealous Too Easily img
Chapter 82 Chapter 82 The Wedding Bombshell img
Chapter 83 Chapter 83 She Doesn't Want to Marry Him img
Chapter 84 Chapter 84 Unspoken Names and Hidden Pasts img
Chapter 85 Chapter 85 She Isn't the Only One Obsessed img
Chapter 86 Chapter 86 She Shuts Him Out, He Breaks In img
Chapter 87 Chapter 87 She Won't Share the Bed img
Chapter 88 Chapter 88 He Carried Her Back; She's Not Fooled img
Chapter 89 Chapter 89 She Drops the Act, They Start to See img
Chapter 90 Chapter 90 Do You Still Love Him img
Chapter 91 Chapter 91 A Confession Whispered, A Poison Unveiled img
Chapter 92 Chapter 92 Caught in the Act, Denied with Tears img
Chapter 93 Chapter 93 His Blind Trust, Her Shattered Heart img
Chapter 94 Chapter 94 A Silent Gesture, A Hidden Concern img
Chapter 95 Chapter 95 A Reluctant Bride's Hidden Fear img
Chapter 96 Chapter 96 A Heart Divided and an Unyielding Wait img
Chapter 97 Chapter 97 A Gift for the Baby, Guilt in His Heart img
Chapter 98 Chapter 98 A Confrontation at the Gate of No Return img
Chapter 99 Chapter 99 An Instinct to Protect, A Lie to Sever Ties img
Chapter 100 Chapter 100 A Cruel Masquerade for His Own Good img
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Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Begging the Devil Himself

A sharp voice cut through the air just as the office door was slammed open, abruptly halting Jareth mid-sentence.

His brows snapped together, face clearly annoyed as he shot a glance at the doorway. But the moment he spotted the slim figure pushing her way in, ignoring all obstacles, a flash of sharp interest darted through his dark eyes.

"Ma'am, you can't just go in there, please-" the assistant tried her best to hold Celestia back, nearly panicked.

But Celestia didn't spare her a single glance. She walked straight in, eyes fixed coldly on Jareth behind the desk. "We need to talk."

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Carrington, I tried to stop her..." The assistant looked terrified, like she expected to be scolded, but Jareth simply raised a hand.

"Leave us." A faint, icy amusement slid across his face. Of course she came.

Everyone hurried out, leaving just the two of them in the room.

Like Jareth himself, his office was all sharp edges and no warmth, decked out in black, white, and endless silence. The air-con blasted cold enough to make Celestia shiver before she even fully stepped in, a chill creeping across her skin, raising every hair on end.

Jareth sat behind the desk, back straight, eyes aloof and full of contempt. There was a silent arrogance in the way he looked at her. With a small tilt of his chin, he gestured, and she got the message-she closed the door, then walked toward him.

"You win," she said flatly, not here to play games. "What do you want in return for helping me?"

She expected a straight answer. Instead, Jareth's brow lifted slightly as he spoke, a smirk on his handsome face. "You're late," he said. "I gave you two days. It's the third. Time's up."

Celestia stood frozen, staring at the mocking curve of his lips, every part of her wanting to turn and walk out. But her father was lying unconscious in a hospital bed, and she couldn't walk away.

Swallowing her pride, she stayed rooted, wrestling with herself for a moment before letting out a slow breath.

"What do I need to do?" Her voice steadied. "What will it take to make you help me?" Whatever it was, she'd do it. Pride didn't matter anymore.

Jareth caught that fearless look in her eyes and let a sneer touch his lips. He stood, slowly circling the desk, stopping just in front of her. His hand came up, cool fingers gripping her chin. He leaned in close, his breath brushing along her ear.

"Help you? Sure. But first... let's see how well you can perform."

His words sent a flush of warmth over her pale face.

"What?" Celestia shoved him away, eyes wide with disbelief. "Are you serious?"

But Jareth didn't rush. He moved to the couch, stretched out with casual arrogance, legs crossed at the ankles on the coffee table. His gaze locked onto hers as he flashed a slow, wicked smile.

"You want my help? Then play nice. If not, the door's right there. Don't let it hit you on the way out."

Celestia frowned, eyes lowering for half a second. When she looked up again, the fear was gone.

"Fine." Her voice was steady this time. The decision was made.

Hearing that, Jareth's face froze for a second. He clearly hadn't expected her to agree so fast. His sharp eyes locked on her for more than ten seconds.

Celestia ignored the mockery written all over his face and let out a self-deprecating smile. "There's already been one time... a second really doesn't make a difference."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jareth's eyes narrowed dangerously, a cold glint flashing through them. He curled his lips. "Then what are you waiting for?" He motioned with his chin, "Get on."

"Right here?" Celestia was stunned by how brazen he was.

Her pale eyes widened as she stared at his wicked grin. She took a deep breath, walked over, straddled his legs, and wrapped her arms around his neck, lips trembling as they closed in on his.

She'd never learned about this kind of thing. Even that night, she didn't remember anything at all. So now, she could only go with her instincts, gently pressing her lips to his. But the moment they touched, a bolt of electricity shot through her-she froze.

That's when Jareth sneered, "Not even a virgin, and that's all you've got?"

Celestia flinched slightly, paused for three seconds, then shut her eyes and kissed him again. This time, with more nerve.

Jareth didn't taste like she'd expected-it wasn't the stench of alcohol or smoke. He actually had a fresh, clean scent... like spring air.

He abruptly opened his eyes. The second he met the innocent sparkle in her eyes, he shoved her off without warning.

"Ugh-" She landed hard on the floor with a thud. Pain shot through her, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. When she looked up at him again, the cold arrogance had returned to his face.

"They all say Miss Brooks is elegant and classy. At the core, you're just a cheap woman who'd sell herself for some benefits."

Each word hit like a dagger, but Celestia lifted her chin, refusing to show weakness.

"Do you want to continue or not?" she asked as she stood, walking toward him again, trying to sit back on his lap. But Jareth was already on his feet in a flash.

"You're even filthier than I thought," he said, sarcasm curling on his lips, eyes full of disgust. "A girl like you, filthy inside and out. Even your pretty eyes look dirty now." There was hatred in his voice as he said it.

Celestia stared at him, trying to figure out what he really meant. She pushed down the fury building in her chest. Waiting until he finished throwing venom at her, she pressed her lips together and said, "I've done everything you asked. If you're not continuing, can you at least do your part now?" She swallowed her shame, only thinking of her bedridden father.

"Hmph." Jareth let out a cold snort. "Tomorrow at 8 a.m., someone will come pick you up. Now get lost."

The next morning, Celestia was ready and waiting at home right on time.

At exactly 8, a luxurious Rolls-Royce pulled up outside the Brooks residence.

Celestia thought she was fully braced for whatever Jareth had in store. But what floored her was-he wanted to get married.

On the way to the marriage registration office, she hesitated, torn between backing out and going through with it. But whenever she thought of her father lying sick in bed, her resolve hardened.

            
            

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