Bounded by the Ceo's deception

MIRABELLA’S POV I eased myself upright, every shift sending sharp jolts of pain through my body, as if I had been roasted alive. My eyes fluttered open, taking in unfamiliar surroundings. Gone was the cramped familiarity of my small apartment. Instead, I found myself on a bed draped in fabric so fine and luxurious it made my skin prickle with unease.Fragments of the previous night started flooding in. The plan had been simple—slip something into Scott Smith’s drink, the A-list actor everyone adored. Then, get a photo of us tangled together, caught in a compromising position. That photo would be my ticket, lifting me from an unknown actress to an overnight internet sensation.But nothing had gone as planned. I had slipped the drug into Scott’s drink without a hitch, but somehow, I ended up drugged too. My memory was a haze—just one glass of wine at the director’s party, celebrating the premiere of Bloody Monday at the five-star hotel. Then, a wave of dizziness hit, crashing over m

MIRABELLA’S POV I stepped into the bar with Ana, arriving a few minutes earlier than planned. The extra time let me steady my nerves for tonight’s performance.Adam’s eyes lit up as he saw me at the entrance. “Right on time, Mira. Get ready—you’re up in five,” he said with a grin.“Give it your best, Mira. I’ll be right here cheering you on,” Ana said, her voice steady as she slid into a seat among the crowd.As the first note left my lips, a familiar calm settled over me, a quiet relief that came every time I sang. This was my safe place. Tonight was no different.When the final note faded, applause filled the room. Hands clapping, faces lit with smiles—they were cheering for me. Warmth spread through me, a quiet joy blooming in my chest.“You were amazing, Mira,” Ana said, her smile radiant, as if it could light up the entire room.“I agree,” Adam chimed in, approaching us with an easy stride. “That was a beautiful performance, Mira.”“Thank you so much,” I replied, a smile spread

Mirabella’s Pov“Will you marry me, Mirabella Jones?” The words sounded like a question, but the weight in his voice made it feel like an unyielding command—one I couldn’t ignore or refuse.“Yes, I will marry you,” I said, my voice loud but hollow, the words dragging out of me like chains. My chest tightened, but I clung to the thought of my mother—her fragile health, her fading strength. For her sake, I would do anything, even marry a man as terrible as Aiden.“You made the right choice, Mirabella. I’m sure Mother will be proud of you,” Aiden said, his smirk slicing through my restraint like a blade.“Shut your mouth!” I snapped, the anger erupting before I could contain it. My glare bore into him. “How dare you call her ‘Mother’? She’s my mother, not yours. You have no right.”“Hmm, so impatient, like a little monkey,” he said, his tone dripping with mockery. “By tomorrow, your mother will be my mother-in-law. Doesn’t that make it fitting to call her ‘Mother’?”His words hit like a