"Unbreakable Bride: Season 1 - A Strong Woman for a CEO Daddy"

Sadist.

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A Heart Beats Fast With Cruel Sway.
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Before Tristian could take a look someone interrupted them, "Boss, we are ready to go," a woman in black dress pants and white polo shirt said, her auburn hair was in a low bun.

"Amelia, how're you doing," Grant asked as they strode to the back of the airport. "I'm fine, sir," Amelia replied with a smile.

The five of them board the private jet with a chorus of tired sighs. Azale was looking at Tristian intently, a forbidden question at the tip of his lips, "You took Dom back". It was an actual statement not a question.

"Dou you even trust him?" Grant asked calmly, each one of them knew what Dom did in the past, he almost got Tristian killed because of his deceptive ways.

"He was the one who took Lysanderia the other night," Amelia stated with a sigh of disgust. Not because of Dominic but because of Lysanderia.

"He did it for his daughter. Any other parent would have done same, she is the only family he has left but for my trust...I don't know if I can trust him or not, at least not yet," Tristian said with a sigh.

"That bastard better watch out this time around, one misstep from him and I will waste his fucking brains," Grant promised solemnly. He just felt betrayed by Dominic, after Tristian took him in and clothed him, he had the nerves to bite the hand that fed him.

"And, Lysanderia? Still seeing her?" The third man asked, taking off his suit and rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt while Tristian's eyes widened at his question.

"I take it as a 'Yes'. Listen bro, you have another wife now, a twin and in-laws who loves the ground you trek upon. Lysanderia is also married with kids, I know for a fact that you don't love your ex-wife so what a exactly is going on?" Grant asked, Tristian was not angry that subordinates were questioning him because they were like a family to him.

"We know that this is personal but don't break the trust between you and your wife for a woman who is not yours, I'm sure Scarlett loves you and you love her too. Don't ruin it," Azale advised gently. The three men couldn't help but think that whatever Tristian was doing would land him a deeper shit than before.

Tristian's voice cracked with emotion, his words laced with desperation. "Fuck, I love her so much, and I'm afraid of losing her. But at the same time, Lysanderia has something that belongs to me, and I have to do everything she asks. I don't know what to do; she's not just any woman I can threaten to get it back. I haven't touched my wife in three months because of this."

His admission hung in the air, heavy with self-disgust and frustration. Amelia's frown deepened, her curiosity piqued. "What exactly does Lysanderia have that's worth your wife's anger?" she asked, her voice gentle but probing.

The three men leaned in, their faces etched with concern and curiosity. They wanted to know what could hold such power over their boss, what secret Lysanderia kept that had Tristian trapped in this web of love, fear, and obligation.

Grant's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "Whatever it is, we'll get it back for you, Tristian. You don't have to face this alone."

Azale's voice was soft, encouraging. "We're here for you, boss. Let us help you."

Tristian's eyes, filled with a mix of gratitude and shame, met theirs. He knew he had to reveal the truth, no matter how difficult it would be.

Tristian's lips parted, ready to unburden himself, but the air hostess's timely interruption halted the confession. "Sir, we're about to land."