The C.E.O's Weakness
Asher didn't plan to see Kai Voss again after that night. He planned to pay his mother's medical bills, keep his head down, and survive.
Then Kai — commanding, possessive, the kind of CEO who fills a room without trying — offers him a job that pays more than Asher has ever seen. It's just business. It has to be.
What follows is slow and inevitable. Close quarters, charged silences, and a dominant man who looks at Asher like he's the only thing worth looking at, then retreats behind cold authority by morning. The line between professional and something far more consuming dissolves faster than either of them planned. Asher knows better.
He falls anyway.
Then he finds out what Kai's empire is built on. What — who — it cost.
His father.
Everything reframes in an instant. Every kindness, every stolen look, every moment Asher mistook for something real. The man he's been falling for is connected to the death that hollowed out his family — and now he has to decide what to do with a truth that arrived too late, wrapped in something that feels dangerously like love.
Vengeance or surrender. Hatred or the thing quietly replacing it.
Some men are impossible to trust. Some are impossible to leave.
Kai Voss is both.
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Chapter: Suppressed GrieveThe weather was decent. The sun spread its light across the sky, slowly drying the puddles and the damp air. Kai knew exactly what time it was. This was the quiet danger the day carried — the hour he would be summoned.He had not slept since the night before. Every hour had been spent training, every minute sharpening his skills. Every push-up, every streak of sweat, reminded him of one thing: precision.He made his mother breakfast and watched her take her medication.At exactly 12:00 p.m., his phone buzzed — right on time. The van was already waiting outside. Kai wiped the blades he had been sharpening for hours, slipped them into his pocket, and stepped out for the mission.They arrived at a small village not far from where they lived. Kai had been here before. A childhood memory stirred — chasing dandelions with a friend, blowing the white seeds into the air, or following a truck that spilled dirt so they could pick scrap. Or maybe those were only fragments of imagination.The fir
Last Updated: 2026-08-18
Chapter: Memories of mumThe Mandans gathered under the flickering lights of the abandoned garage. Rain still hammered the corrugated roof, but no one paid it any attention. The leader stood at the center, arms crossed, he laid out the instructions of the mission, why it was to be carried out, where and when. There was a local election happening. One of the chairmanship seats in the district was being contested hard. The current favorite was a dogged man who wouldn't stop talking about the rivers, about the thick, chemical-stained water, the dead fish, the children who got sick from all the industrial pollution. He wanted stricter rules. He wanted the factories held accountable. He wanted the pollution stopped.The other candidate was quieter, better funded, and already in the pocket of the rich and powerful people. He was the one who needed to win.The Mandans’ role was to cause chaos. Break windows. Start fires. Start fights in the streets around the polling stations. Make the day so noisy and dangerous t
Last Updated: 2026-08-17
Chapter: living in memories 2The morning light had barely crept in when loud banging erupted from outside.Kai jolted awake on the thin spread mat, a sharp gasp escaping him. The sounds grew louder, sharper, more aggressive. Before he could fully sit up, the flimsy door burst open with a violent crack as a group of able-bodied men stormed inside.“Where’s that hag?!” one of them yelled.Kai scrambled to his feet and stepped in front of them before his mother could emerge from the back room. His small frame was tense, fists clenched at his sides.The leader — a burly man with a cruel face — thrust a folded paper toward them.“It’s over.” He threw the eviction notice at Kai’s mother as she stepped out. She flinched as the paper fluttered to the floor. “You’ve had four months of extensions on accumulated rent. Today is the day.”He signaled to his men with a sharp jerk of his head. “Take this filth out.”The men moved like vultures, grabbing what little furniture and belongings they had. Kai’s mother dropped to her
Last Updated: 2026-07-16
Chapter: Living in memories 1*****************living in memories***********Rain threatened in the moody grey sky as young Kai sprinted down the pebble streets, heart pounding in his ears. One of his old slippers was coming loose with every desperate stride, threatening to fly off. Lightning flashed, casting bright, jagged sparks across the dark alleys. He clutched the stolen loaf of bread tightly against his chest, the leather wrapping already damp from the humidity.He took a sharp turn behind a crumbling building and pressed his back against the cold wall, trying to quiet his ragged breathing. The men chasing him thundered past the block.“That little thief! He must be hiding somewhere around here!”Their footsteps grew dangerously close. Kai’s small hands tightened around the bread. The second he heard them turning the corner, he bolted — kicking off both slippers without a second thought. Sharp pebbles dug painfully into his bare feet, cutting into his skin, but he didn’t stop. Pain was nothing new.“Little
Last Updated: 2026-07-16
Chapter: broken system*******************Étienne Brooks ***************Death wasn’t something I wished on anybody, but not all the dead deserved to be mourned. Jobes Baker was certainly one whose death brought more silence than sorrow. But it was far from over. He was only one of the hundreds of billionaires behind the systematic exploitation of African and East Asian countries — the mines, the bribes, the destroyed communities, the rivers running red with more than just iron.I took a slow drag from my cigarette, staring out at the glittering city lights from my balcony. The night air was cold against my skin. For a moment, I allowed myself to believe I was safe up here.Then I felt it.That shift in the air. The way the silence suddenly felt heavier.I turned around and there he was — a tall man in a black coat standing only a few feet away, watching me like I was already something he owned. His presence was calm on the surface, but underneath it was something far more dangerous. Threatening. Like a bla
Last Updated: 2026-07-15
Chapter: Rebuilding*******************Asher’s POV************************ Sunlight bled softly into the room through the half-closed blinds and white silk curtains. Tiny motes of dust danced in the golden beams. Outside, birds chirped cheerfully, completely unaware of the chaos that had chased us here. I lay with my cheek pressed against Kai’s bare chest, listening to the steady, reassuring thud of his heartbeat. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it, but his arm was wrapped around me tightly — like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go. I shifted slightly, trying to sit up, but his arms tightened immediately, pulling me back down against him. “Stay,” he murmured, voice coarse and sleepy, still heavy with exhaustion. I stayed. My fingers traced lazy patterns across the hard planes of his chest as I nestled deeper into his warmth. It felt safe here. Dangerously right. In this quiet, hidden bungalow, away from the penthouse, the media, the bullets, and the endless noise of his world… I didn’
Last Updated: 2026-07-11
Falling for my Bully
Alfie Sinclair's life couldn't get any worse. He was the school's bully experiment. Blonde and defenseless, he moves with his head to the floor to avoid any trouble.
But people like these are open invitation to preys like Riley Beaumont, the school's glorified star hockey player, and also, the most feared bully.
Alfie found himself, kneeling before the ruthless stud. Riley's hands were dipped wet into his throat, and his friends took pictures of it, cropped Riley out, and posted Alfie on his knees with masculine fingers in his mouth. #tastyfaggot. Alfie became an instant viral school meme.
The days that followed, the school had assigned a therapist to Alfie to recover from the trauma of cyber bullying. He had even gone selectively mute. And just before he would fully recover, he faces an even grimmer fate.
Riley Beaumont's grades were at the verge of disqualifying him from the National championship, and in order to salvage his chances, The school authority and his father decides, he must pick a peer tutor. With a hundred options carefully selected from in and out of the country by his billionaire father and the school authorities, Riley chooses a blonde nerd. Alfie Sinclair.
And what started as Riley's exertion of dominance, control and intimidation, turns into something far more devastating, unexpected. Alfie becomes his obsession. He was his. His to intimidate, to break, to own. And no one else was ever allowed to—Bully Him
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Chapter: Crush? no!There was an imminent buzz throughout the arena, with an angry booing audience, and Riley was in the middle of it. Alone on the rink, with his full gear on. The word FAILURE kept resounding in his ears, first as a whisper, until they became loud, pounding on his eardrums that he thought he would go deaf. FAILURE. FAILURE. FAILURE. He used his hands to block his ears, trembling amidst the booing crowd. He fell to the floor on his knees, and then the crowd dissolved into a messy flood. The liquid spilled out from every corner of the arena and was about to engulf him when he woke up with a heavy gasp.*****************Riley sat on his bed, soaked in sweat and panting heavily. The alarm clock that sat on his table, positioned at the end of the wall, was ringing, shaking so vigorously you couldn’t make out its shape. He walked weightlessly to the table and pressed it off on its head.Everything in his room looked out of place; the wardrobe was too big, the shelves were too empty, there
Last Updated: 2026-10-10
Chapter: Weird questionsAt the arena, I met Riley on the rink. Even though he wasn’t wearing his gear, except for the skates that helped him glide on the ice, he was very focused that he didn’t know when I came in. And he was practicing alone. I thought he practiced too much. I thought he trained too hard. But he was Riley Beaumont. It was how he became who he was.I took a seat, watching him for a few minutes without saying anything, then he turned back to see me.“Hey.” He placed his hand on his waist, trying to balance his unsteady breath. He looked down, and back up, raising his head with a flip, causing his night-black, wet hair to sweep back, and he used his hand to smooth it out. “Should’ve just called,” he said as he glided towards me. His voice was echoing throughout the empty arena.He reached for his water bottle. “Shit!” He shook the bottle that seemed to be empty.“I still have some water left,” I said, and somehow, it seemed easier to say. Even though I was mad at him. I think I am mad at him.
Last Updated: 2026-10-10
Chapter: Facing bulliesThe fear that I felt was something I could taste, first at the tip of my tongue and then at the retreating fold into my throat. I swallowed, ever so painfully, on the lump in my throat.“We’re not going to hurt you—” one of them said in a mocking voice, “—much,” the other guy completed with a chuckle. My legs had given out in fear, and I had fallen to the ground. I curled myself up, hoping to protect my face and stomach when the kicks and blows came raining down.I heard a loud blow, and a kick, but I didn’t feel any pain, and the scorn and cries weren’t from me either. I opened my eyes to see a tall figure in front of me, beating the shit out of one of the guys. I saw only one when I opened my eyes, but I didn’t see the other. Maybe he had escaped from Riley’s terror.“If I ever see you anywhere as close as 200 miles to him, I swear I’ll kill you!”Riley’s voice was a roar. I wasn’t sure I had ever seen him this angry. It was scary. I believed him—that he would kill him. There was n
Last Updated: 2026-10-09
Chapter: Fear and attractionRiley was almost completely nude. His chest was bare and wet. His biceps flexed with the slightest of motion. His long legs were uncovered. The only clothing he had on was a scanty boxer that gripped his muscular frame so clearly, you could outline the entire length and width of his dick. I felt the bones in my legs transform into a soft gel, wobbly and shaking me unstable. I needed something to hold onto for support.“I can’t reach my back—” He bent his hands to his back to show me that they couldn’t reach. “Can you help me apply lotion there?”No. what the fuck. “huh?” I thought I had said no only in my mind, he was approaching me now. “I might have been applying it wrongly the whole time. As my tutor, don’t you think it’s your duty to show me how it’s done?” He was standing too close to me that I could feel his breath fall on my hair.I couldn’t wish away the stiffening of my dick, or the fast pace with which my heart was now beating. I took the lotion from him with a frown on my
Last Updated: 2026-10-09
Chapter: The perfect manErica’s excitement could reverse an eclipse, returning the light to a dark world. She had been invited into the Young Creators Cohort. That was the good news she had for us, and indeed, it was great. I was smiling from ear to ear, hoping I was smiling right—the correct way people smiled. I wasn’t sure if they had specific steps to smile, or if I could buy a book to learn how to make one properly.Henry pulled Erica in for a hug the way he always did, throwing his arms lazily around you and suffocating you at the same time. She pushed him almost immediately after a brief hug.“Okay, that’s enough,” she breathed out and in. “I’ll need some personal space, okay?” She said it in a serious tone but was still sarcastic, because Henry only moved in closer and continued trying to pull her in for a hug despite her protest and complaint about smudging her makeup. I was laughing hysterically, just as Henry was laughing too.I loved them. I really do.I wish I could tell them about Riley—tell th
Last Updated: 2026-10-08
Chapter: first lesson: stay putRiley's room felt bigger than it was before that night, it was so spacious and ridiculously furnished, you wouldn't believe it belonged to a student. I tried to not think of that night, i tried to quench, with my saliva, the burning rage that was rising up my throat when I remembered that night. It was rage and fear, mixed so finely together I couldn't tell which was more. Rage because it happened, and fear that he could do it again, and I could do absolutely nothing about it. So I sat with my legs tightened to one another, and my hands clasped, as if creating an armor against him. He sat across me, with a rugged thud. I feared the chair would collaps, even the table that seperated us shook. Just 3 hours. You can do this Alfie, you can. I took in a deep breath, like Avatar the last air bender, I opened my eyes with a new resolve, determined, brisk. I imagined my eyes shine blue. “from your transcript, i found that the courses you performed lowest at were courses that had to deal w
Last Updated: 2026-10-08
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