married to the ruthless ceo

chapter 9

*Married to the Ruthless CEO - Chapter 9*

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*Chapter 9: The Contract on the Bed*

I stared at the paper in his hand.

My marriage certificate.

Except this one had extra clauses. Clauses I never signed.

"What's this?" My voice shook.

Damien tossed it onto the bed between us. His tie was loose, sleeves rolled up, and his eyes were cold like ice.

"An amendment." He said it like he was discussing the weather. "Since you decided to disobey me and go to that club last night."

My heart dropped. "I told you I was with my sister—"

"Save it." He stepped closer. The smell of his cologne made my head spin. "From now on, Section 4.2: The wife will not leave the penthouse after 8PM without the husband's written permission."

"That's not—"

"Section 4.3:" He cut me off, voice low. "The wife will sleep in the master bedroom. Every. Single. Night."

I laughed bitterly. "You can't control me, Damien."

He leaned down, palms on either side of me on the bed, trapping me. His jaw ticked.

"Can't I?" His breath was warm on my ear. "Try me, wife."

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Unknown number.

I reached for it but his hand got there first.

He read the text. And his whole face went dark.

`"He knows you're pregnant. Meet me at the docks. Come alone."`

Damien looked up at me slowly.

"Who is he?"

I had no answer. Because I didn’t know either.

And somewhere outside, a car door slammed.

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