CEO's Love Trap

They were right. Who the hell was she going to marry?
However, seeing that Jessie's confidence was slowly faltering, Yolande continued to smile. "There are plenty of people who are
dying to marry me. Do you really think I'd go for Bertram after what he did to me?"
Seeing the determined look in Yolande's face, Jessie couldn't help but glance at Ron worriedly. She forced a smile into her lips.
"Then you'd better get hitched in three days. Otherwise, you won't be getting the Mu Mansion."
Three days?
The time limit was far too short.
Before she could say anything, Jessie added, "Yolande, all of this is stipulated in your grandfather's will, but even then, it's okay if
you don't want to get married so soon."
She could already feel her legs shaking at the thought. To tell the truth, the news of marrying someone she didn't know made her
uncomfortable. Yolande didn't even bother to read the entire will anymore. Besides, she was in no mood to argue with them.
"I'll get married in three days."
She turned around and was about to leave when she heard Jessie's voice. "I'll prepare your dowry."
Yolande scoffed. Her eyes were bright. "This house is going to be my dowry."
When she opened the door, a gust of cold wind kissed her face. Yolande stiffened before she walked out resolutely. Without
another word, she left the Mu Mansion and rushed into the rain.
The night was dark, and the cold rain splattered all over her face. Her grandfather had died, the only person she ever considered
as family left her. She had not even recovered from her grief, and she was smacked with another problem.
What she couldn't understand most was how her grandfather could do such a thing. He knew that the Mu Mansion was
something she had always wanted. Her grandfather adored her. Why would he do that?
Hiss!
Suddenly, a harsh shriek broke into the wind. Yolande ran under the rain sadly. She was too distracted that she didn't even notice
the car rushing over. She jumped back, stumbling over. Fortunately, the car hit the brakes just in time.

When the driver saw that he almost hit someone, he peered to see who it was. However, when he saw that it was Yolande, he
froze. His veins bulged and the corners of his lips quivered as he grasped the steering wheel.
She gritted her teeth, glancing at the car that almost hit her.
Seeing that the car was worth a fortune, she didn't bother starting a fight. It wasn't worth it.
She shouldn't add things on her plate.
Once she left, no one followed her.
Sitting on the back seat of the black Maybach, Baron Gu stopped flipping through the documents. He slowly raised his head and
narrowed his eyes when the car went to a halt. "What's wrong?" he asked lowly.
"Mr. Baron, I almost ran into Ms. Yolande just now." His voice was mixed with worry and uncertainty. Now, Yolande was already
nowhere to be seen. In fact, he felt as if the incident was all a dream.
Baron Gu frowned. "Yolande?"
"Yes," the driver hesitated. "She seemed to be crying."
Baron Gu's lips twitched.
"Mr. Baron, should we see her?" he asked. "After all, she's–"
"No." Baron Gu sneered as he leaned back against his seat. As if nothing had happened, he continued to leaf through the
documents in his hands. "We'll meet soon enough."
Yolande walked alone in the street. It was raining. She bit her lip tightly as her eyes shone with unshed tears.
The Mu Mansion was a wedding gift given from his grandfather to her parents. In fact, the mansion was the fruit of her
grandfather's painstaking efforts as a young boy. It contained all of her childhood memories. She couldn't give it away.
She walked down the sidewalk, nearing a coffee shop. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and stared at the flashing
signboard. This was the place she usually went with Bertram. It was the place she'd usually go to, to kill time.
Yolande pushed the doors open and walked straight to her usual place. However, when she arrived, she saw a man and a
woman leaning intimately against each other on the sofa.

The man had a defined face with deep eyes and a high nose. He was wearing an expensive suit, which outlined his muscled
physique. He was in the process of placing sugar cubes in the woman's coffee cup.
The woman was wearing the latest beige Dior dress. Her curly hair slid down her shoulders, framing her pretty face. She frowned
slightly as her plump lips pouted in exasperation.
"We really don't need that much sugar." The woman held onto the man's arm, shaking it gently. Her voice matched one's that
belonged to a spoiled child.
Yolande gritted her teeth as she paled in an instant. The corners of her mouth twitched. To see her own boyfriend and her best
friend looking so sweet in the place where they used to sit and spend intimate time made her sick.
Noticing that Yolande was walking towards him, Bertram looked up and pursed his lips.
When he didn't answer, the woman beside couldn't help but see where he was looking at.
"Yolande?"
A trace of surprise flashed in the woman's face. She stood up awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.
Bertram held the woman's thin waist and stared at the newcomer.
"Cathy, my best friend." Yolande's lips trembled. "Well? What do you have to say?"
"I'm sorry..." Cathy blinked her eyes as her hands fidgeted.
"You think an apology is enough?" Yolande flushed red with anger. "You're pregnant with my boyfriend's baby!"
"I..." In the face of her accusation, Cathy's eyes were filled with tears. She sniffled, trying her best to restrain herself. She looked
like a puppy who was kicked repeatedly much to Yolande's dismay. "We really do love each other–"
"Then why would you abort the child with my ID card?"
Yolande snarled. It was as if her heart had been struck by lightning. If it wasn't the fact that her card had been used, the man
wouldn't have come to her.
"I don't want her to have a miscarriage, so I took away her ID card." Bertram finally looked up. "She really feels sorry for you."

Yolande snorted. "Showing off your love now, aren't you? Is that how you feel sorry for me?"
"The only one you should question here is yourself!" he roared, having enough of her drama.
"Myself?" Yolande spat. "What the hell have I done to you?"
"Do you really think we've been together all this time? All you've been good at is running away from me!"
Cathy sniffled, trying her best to hold back her tears. She tugged her Bertram's sleeves. "Enough. This is my fault," she said
firmly. "I know that I'm guilty of this."
"Look, what happened between Yolande and me has nothing to do with you. You shouldn't blame yourself." Bertram tightened
his arms around her. "We already have a child. You should think of it first."
"A child?" Yolande stared at Cathy. "Didn't you abort it?"
"Do you really want my child to die that bad?" He glared at her. "Are you really that cruel?"
"You're calling me cruel after you slept with my best friend?" Yolande crossed her arms and stared at him defiantly. "Don't blame
me if I want it dead!"
Cathy stumbled towards her, waving her hands up in the air. "We're sorry, Yolande. Please, we really do love each other," she
sobbed out. "We–we want to start with a clean slate. Please forgive us."
Staring at their intimacy, Yolande wanted to vomit. However, after hearing her sincerity, an idea came to mind. She took a deep
breath and sat down. "Fine."
Bertram and Cathy shared a look. They were just having a big argument, and now it was all gone. They stared suspiciously.
"Well, don't celebrate too early. I have one condition." Gazing at the couple, Yolande forced a smile into her lips. "The condition is
to marry me."
"What?" Cathy whispered harshly, "Aren't you okay with it now?"
"Oh, don't get me wrong!" Yolanda scoffed. "I'm not into second-hands.
Look, all I want is a marriage certificate.

We could get divorce within the day. It's fine."
"Yolande, is this your way of getting back at me? Just to make it seem like this is my second marriage?" Bertram asked
tentatively, not thinking of any other reason that she would ask him to do it.
"Don't flatter yourself. The world doesn't revolve around you."
"Then why?" Cathy urged, glancing at her boyfriend.
"Look, if you want to get your peace, then this is the way to go. Will you do it or not?" Yolande snapped impatiently.
Bertram and Cathy shared a look. "Yolande, I'm sure you have your own reasons on why you want to get married, but we want to
know why. After all, we're best friends," Cathy insisted. "If you tell us, maybe we can find some other way around it."
"Best friends?" Yolande sneered. This woman was nowhere near her friend after what she had done. "I've already searched for
every other option. There is no other way!"
"Well, if you won't make it clear, then there's no way I'll let you marry him!"
Anger surged in her heart when Yolande glared at Bertram, as if daring him to refuse her. "Well? Will you let your girlfriend make
your own decisions?"