Bound To The Ruthless CEO
"You came into my office expecting to play a game, sweetheart. But in my world, if you strip for the devil, you give up your soul.”
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Three years ago, a silent corporate takeover destroyed Camille’s Bernerd family, driving her father to an early grave and leaving her with an unpaid debt. The man responsible? Silvan Alder—the cold, calculating, and dangerously seductive CEO of Alder Global.
Driven by a burning need for justice, Camille assumes a fake identity and secures a position as Silvan’s private executive assistant. Her plan is simple: seduce the untouchable billionaire, gain access to his encrypted personal vault, steal the proof of his corruption, and ruin him.
But Silvan didn't become the most feared man in Switzerland by being naive. From the moment Camille walks into his office, he senses the fire and deception behind her eyes. Instead of firing her, he plays along.
Along the line, he offers her a contract marriage, with Camille unaware of his trap and seizing it as a chance to get evidence and ruin him completely. As their game of cat-and-mouse turns into an explosive, raw affair, the lines between calculated revenge and dangerous addiction begin to blur. But when buried secrets surface, revealing that Silvan wasn't the monster who destroyed her family—and that the real enemy is still watching—Camille realizes she has fallen for the one man who can either save her or destroy her completely.
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIVE: TURNED ONJULIAN The black private jet cut through the clouds on its way to Zurich, but Silvan Alder wasn’t looking at the flight reports on his tablet. He was staring out the window, his mind completely stuck on the girl he had left behind in Verona City.Camille Martin. Or rather, Camille Bernerd.Silvan wasn't a fool. He hadn't become the most feared CEO in Switzerland by trusting pretty faces. He had known the moment she walked into his office last week that her resume was forged. Reto had already run her background check hours before the interview. He knew she was the daughter of Richard Bernerd, the logistics executive whose company fell apart three years ago.Silvan knew why she was here. He knew she thought he was the monster who destroyed her family. He could have turned her over to the police immediately, but something about the quiet fire in her hazel eyes had stopped him. She didn't cower. She didn't flatter him. She looked at him with pure, hidden hatred, and it intrigued him. He
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Chapter: CHAPTER FOUR: UNEXPECTEDAhh... yeah, fu... ck.”“Oh... yes! Right there, direct execution!”My eyes snapped open. I blinked into the dark room, completely confused.“Ah! Harder!”I turned around in my bed and sat up fast, rubbing my eyes. Across the small room, the bright screen of Mia's phone was glowing in the dark. She was lying on her side, wearing her oversized pajamas, munching on a bowl of dry cereal, and staring intently at her screen.“Mia?” I rasped, my voice thick with sleep.She didn't hear me because the sound of wet slapping noises and loud, dramatic groans filled our tiny bedroom.“Ah…harder.”I rubbed my eyes and squinted. “Mia!”She flinched slightly, her thumb tapping the screen to pause the video “Oh, Cam. Did I wake you?’’“Are you... are you watching porn at midnight?!” I gasped, staring at her in absolute shock, while staring at the alarm clock behind me. “This is 2am Mia!" Mia scoffed “It’s not just porn, Cammy it’s a story!” she held her phone up proudly. “Look at the plot! The plum
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Chapter: CHAPTER THREE: ASSHOLEThe next three hours were a blur of intense, frantic work. The three black binders were massive, and contained complex financial structures, offshore shipping logs, and names of high-ranking board members. As I flipped through the pages, highlighting key figures and typing summary notes on my computer, my eyes kept catching recurring names.Adam Alder. Silvan's uncle and the Vice Chairman.According to these documents, Adam managed the logistics side of the company, the exact department my father used to work with three years ago. My grip tightened around the highlighter. The puzzle pieces were right here, buried under a mountain of numbers. I just needed to dig deeper.At 8:42, I printed out a neat, ten-page summary report, placed it in a blue folder, and walked back to Silvan's office, knocking once before stepping in.Silvan was sitting behind his desk, fully dressed in his black suit jacket now, typing rapidly on his laptop. He didn't look up as I approached.I placed the blue fol
آخر تحديث: 2026-08-04
Chapter: CHAPTER TWO: FIRST DAYWalking from Alder Tower to the subway station felt like running a marathon in high heels. My legs were trembling, and my toes were completely numb inside these cheap pumps.I took the crowded train back to the East Side, holding onto the yellow metal bar while the carriage rattled against the tracks. Down here, far away from the sparkling glass towers of the Alder District, the air smelled like damp brick, rain, and old coffee. This was my reality. Not some private luxury suites or a penthouse but a cramped two-bedroom apartment above a noisy laundry shop.When I unlocked the front door of our tiny apartment, the smell of burnt toast hit my nose immediately."Cammy?" Mia’s voice called out from the kitchen.A second later, she popped her head around the wall. She had a wooden spatula in one hand, her phone shoved between her ear and her shoulder, and she was wearing an oversized yellow sweater that looked like it had been through ten different thrift stores.Mia had been my die-hard
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE: JOB INTERVIEWCAMILLE “If he asks you why you’re applying for a job below your qualification, do not try to act smart. Just look him dead in the eye and lie like your life depends on it. Because honestly? It kind of does.” That was the last piece of advice Damian gave me before I took the fake identity from him and walked to the Alder Global Tower. Now, standing on the eighty-second floor, with my feet throbbing in cheap three-inch pumps I bought on clearance, I realized two things. First, Damian was completely right. Second, no amount of advice could have prepared me for the icy, terrifying nightmare that was Silvan Alder. The air up here was too cold, and the smell of cologne that costs probably more than my entire apartment rent. It was so quiet one could hear a pin drop. Adjusting the collar of my navy blazer, which was slightly too tight around my shoulders, but was the only professional thing I owned that didn’t look like it came out of a bargain bin. My heart was hammering against my r
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