Billionaire Bentley's runaway princess
He thrashed against the ropes binding him to the chair, his voice raw as he shouted, “Help! Somebody—please! I’m being held against my will!*”
His cries echoed in the dimly lit room, but Ivy didn’t so much as glance at him. She was completely enraptured by the screen, her face glowing with anticipation.
Castiel’s chest heaved, his panic mounting. “You’re insane, Ivy! You can’t just force me into this!”
Ivy finally turned her head, eyes alight with amusement. “Of course, I can.” She gestured at the TV. “Look at this. It’s so beautiful, don’t you think? The bride… the groom… standing before the world, declaring their love.”
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