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.

was unconscious. Yet then I reminded myself that I used to think the same way when my Grandma fell into a coma. I used to sleep by her bed as well. Then I spent hours talking to her every day, but after a while, I had to move on and live my life just to keep my sanity. With Aren, I

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

realize that I knew nothing about Chris, except for the fact that he was a military specialist. Since I met him, I only saw him wearing combat pants and a T-shirt, and the only thing that changed today was the fact that he wore jeans instead of those combat pants… which didn’t bring me any closer to finding out anything more about him. I knew that Aren trusted him, and that made me trust him as well, but that didn’t change the fact 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

growing confusion. “Get yourself comfortable on the sofas near the balcony. Food and drinks are coming in just a moment,”

spot deeper

grabbed my hand and pulled me into the apartment. “Come on, Cora!” He

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

stomach was. I bet that I must have resembled a lost puppy as I watched him finally put the pasta on the plates. I guessed that they enjoyed watching me eat a bit too much.

me a glass of Sauvignon Blanc,

and Jack were looking at me, barely stifling their laughter. I could remember the last time I enjoyed eating that much. I hardly recalled what

fact that they took me from the hospital by force and reluctant to admit that they did something good. “You’re welcome,” Chris 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

bitch on the planet when

I won a lot of money, playing on my university’s campus, and then at the casino. I was planning to spend that money on some useless things, but then I got a new roommate, a smart guy who was planning to start his own business. I ended up investing all of

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