Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Chapter 93

His friends

I was still extremely pissed at Jack and Chris for treating me this way, but apparently, my glaring daggers at them only brought them more amusement. Luckily, the tape Chris used wasn’t too strong, and I finally managed to glue off the piece that was gagging me.

“Seriously guys?!” I yelled. “You could have told me what you were planning, not kidnap me!”

Chris, who was driving the car, snorted. “Really? Do you want us to believe that you would willingly leave your husband even if you haven’t left the clinic for the last eight days?”

I wanted to protest, but when I opened my mouth I realized that there was no way I would have left Aren. I already felt anxious, as I had left his room nearly ten minutes ago, wondering if he had started to wake up while I was away from him.

“I don’t want him to see that I’m not there when he wakes up…” I mumbled.

Jack, who was sitting in the passenger’s front seat, turned around and looked at me with a frown. “Cora, you must be aware that this is insane. He would never have blamed you for going away, sleeping, resting… or drinking with us.”

“Although I wouldn’t be so sure about that last one,” Chris added, smirking.

a coma. I used to sleep by her bed as well. Then I spent hours talking

are we going?” I asked, watching us pass the Brooklyn Bridge. “We’re going to my place,” Chris replied,

that I wanted to punch him for using such methods on me. Once we’d arrived at the spot, I finally got untied. As I got out of the car, I realized that we had stopped in front of one of the fancy apartment buildings. That only made me raise my eyebrows, wondering if it truly was the place Chris lived. Five minutes later, it turned out that not only did

the balcony. Food and

spot deeper

grabbed my hand and pulled me into the apartment. “Come

led me to one of the cream sofas standing at the corner of the hall that opened to a big kitchen. He sat on the other sofa in front of mine. My eyes directed at the kitchen quickly widened in shock

His father was a soldier, so I guess that his fighting abilities are from him, but his Italian mother taught him how

reminded me of how empty my stomach was. I bet that I must have resembled a lost puppy as I watched him finally put the pasta

with the wine.” Chris poured me a glass of Sauvignon Blanc, observing in amusement

and he and Jack were looking at me, barely stifling their laughter. I could remember the last time I enjoyed

said, pouring me more wine. I was more than eager to shift the attention away from me and my condition and finally asked, “So Chris… what is it that you do for a living exactly? Are you from a wealthy family or something?” “A wealthy family?! No chance!” Chris burst into laughter. “I can afford all of this thanks to Aren,” he said, shrugging. My eyes widened in surprise even more. “H-he pays you that well for whatever

is just the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet when it comes to money and investment.” He crossed his arms over

but then I got a new roommate, a smart guy who was planning to start his own business. I ended up investing all of my money in him.. And now, I am a wealthy man who owns fifteen percent

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