The CEO
. My eyes widened as I saw her, and my phone slipped from my grasp, clattering to the floor. “Binky,” I whispered, my heart aching as tears streamed down her face. “I was stupid to believe you,” she sobbed, her voice trembling as she broke down completely. She turned and ran into the next room, slamming the door so hard that it echoed through the house. “There’s been a lot of door-slamming lately,” Zach observed. “What did you do to her?” Jessie demanded, her brows furrowed. “Ari, please open the door!” Jessie pounded on it. A claustrophobic sensation began to crawl up my throat, and I clenched my fists as conflicting thoughts warred in my mind—one screaming for me to drown my sorrows in alcohol. I marched over to the indoor bar and downed five glasses in quick succession. Zach, understanding me all too well, stood silently, offering no reproach. Grabbing my car keys, I headed for the door, only to be intercepted by Zach. “You’ve had too much to drink,” he cautioned. “It’s midnight. Don’t you think it’s too late?” “I just need to clear my head,” I replied, pushing past him and stepping out. I entered the elevator and descended to the underground parking lot. My car beeped as I unlocked it, and I slipped into the driver’s seat, throwing punches at the steering wheel. Seeing Binky in pain, especially the pain I caused, was something I couldn’t bear. Starting the engine, I sped into the streets. I ran a hand through my hair, my thoughts a jumbled mess. Lucy’s call had come at the worst possible time. She had gotten too close to my father, and if I hadn’t responded, she might have suspected I was with Binky, which would have been disastrous. I cursed my own cowardice. As I left the bustling city behind and entered a quieter area with fewer cars, I floored the accelerator, watching the speedometer climb to 180 km/h. I opened the convertible’s top, but even with the heavy breeze blowing, it couldn't sweep away the stinging sensation coursing through my body. My heart leaped as I thought I saw something on the road. Losing control, I crashed into a tree, leaving a huge dent in my car. Miraculously unscathed, I got out and scanned the damage. I grunted as I kicked the car repeatedly like that would make me feel better. I pulled out my phone and dialed Zach’s number. Scratching the back of my head, I paced back and forth. “Can you come and pick me up?” I asked as soon as he answered. . . As we arrived back at the hotel, I wanted to burst down that door and beg her, hold her close, and tell her that I really meant it when I said I would fix everything. But what good will it do when I’m barely in control of my life? Knowing she would still see me holding Lucy's hand and acting like I was in love. I wish I could just tell her about my plans, but what if my plans fail? I would only end up disappointing her. I smacked my forehead again as I crashed into the sitting area in the kitchen. Zach handed me a glass of water. “Let’s get down to business.” He settled down across from me. I sat up, my gaze falling on the paper and pen on the slab. “So I have registered the two paper companies.” He notified me. “The first paper company is TNK Co-operation; this is what we will use for your father.” He said he was encircling it on the paper. “And the second?” I implored. “ZeeTech, this is your backup company we would use for your father if he doesn’t fall for TNK cooperation." Zach continued. “I will also use this to buy shares in Beckham Construction," I added, pointing at the ZeeTech written on the paper. Zach leaned back on the chair, rubbing his chin with the pen as he tilted his head from side to side. “We have to get a building.” “We have to get a building,” he reiterated, sounding more confident. "Also, we have to make investments in other businesses.” I smiled. I reached out for the alcohol on the slab. “To build our reputation.” Zach snatched the bottle from my hand. “You’ve had enough to drink tonight.” “My throat is dry.” “Drink water then,” “I can hold down my liquor.” I scoffed. “Tell your car that.” He raised a brow. “Back to business. Once we build our reputation, we can buy shares at Beckham Construction." He added. “But how can we get a fifty-five percent share of Beckham Construction?" I pondered aloud. Silence lingered as we searched our brains for solutions. It was suddenly broken by Jessie, who strolled in, eyeing me as she reached out for a bottle of water. “How is she feeling?” I asked Jessie. “How do you think she would be feeling?” Jessie retorted before hissing and returning to the room. Her words reminded my heart of its ache. A partial smile played on my lips as Zach nearly broke his neck, his gaze following Jessie until she disappeared. “You really do have a thing for feisty women,” I remarked. Zach chuckled. “Back to business.” “How about we register other companies under both ZeeTech and TNK as parent companies?" I suggested. “ZeeTech buys fifteen percent; TNK buys about ten percent. Sub-companies buy about twenty-five percent.” “I buy five percent, and you buy five percent.” Zach contributed. “We would have fifty-five percent,” I replied. “But easier said than done,” I added. “That’s why we need to find out how many shares Lucy and her family have and the shares outside,” Zach advised. "Also, we also need scandals involving the Beckham families that can plummet their business, leading to the sale of shares.” He added. “How do we do that?” I asked, even though I knew the answer deep down. Zach smiled. “You already know how.” “I have to seduce Lucy and earn her trust.” The words left a bitter taste on my tongue. “It means I have to stay out of Binky’s life.” The words felt heavy on my tongue as they crushed my heart. “A price to pay for freedom,” Zach said. “The contract would keep her from going anywhere. But still, we have to be quick about it. Before love turns to hatred.” My eyes widened as his words hit me, knowing exactly what he meant. I rose to my feet and entered my room. I soaked myself in the bath, strengthening my resolve. I would have to leave Binky for now. There is no use sticking around if all I do is break her heart. Slowly, love would turn to hatred. I arranged my luggage and dressed up. There is only one thing standing between me and my Binky—my father. The only reason Lucy is part of my plan is because she ridiculed my Binky. I knocked at her door, hoping to see her face before I leave, but she didn’t respond. “Goodbye Binky. I’m leaving.” As I approached the door, “What do you mean you are leaving?” I turned and said to Jessie, “Take care of her for me.” I smiled. “Where are you going?” A crease formed on her forehead. Staring down at her, I smiled. “To New York, I have a devil’s spawn’s trust to earn.”Lucy pov ...Amidst the lush greenery, the breeze sung a calm song to me. I sat on the bench watching other patients. They were all crazy. I scoffed and skimmed my hands on my patient outfit. I turned and faced Logan, who arrived a few seconds later. “It’s been ages.” Logan smiled. “I wanted to get red roses, but you said you love yellow flowers." He handed me a bouquet of yellow roses.I smiled and accepted it. “How’s your sister?” I faced him. “Tell me you have stopped smoking.”It’s been a long time since I had a conversation with the outside world. I had no family and no friends ever came to visit. It was nice to see him.Logan chuckled. “I have stopped smoking.” His green eyes gleamed beneath the yellow hues of the sun. “And for my sister.” He paused and clenched the edge of the wooden seat. “She didn’t make it.” His voice softened.“I am so sorry.” My chest tightened. I knew how much he loved his sister.“But I opened a bar.” A wide smile formed across his lips. “When you g
Lucy ..(This chapter contains violence that might disturb viewers. Viewers' discretion is advised.)The news had already spread like wildfire. Damon hadn’t said anything, nor have I; people could only wonder what happened that led to us canceling our wedding a day before. My friend had asked, and I told them that I ended it after discovering Damon wanted to absorb my company just like his father did to other companies.Leaning back on my office chair, I sighed. I was this close to having him. I jolted up as the door opened. “There’s a meeting with the board of directors,” Tina announced. “Now?” I raised a brow. “Why?” She adjusted her glasses. “Yes, Ma’am. I really don’t know. But all the members are around.” I sprang to my feet. The clicks of my heels echoed. My heart pounded. How come I wasn’t aware of the meeting? Sweat swathed across my palm.Opening the door, my eyes fell on the seven members—they were all here. It was hard for them to gather together, except something v
The toy ..I dragged the last luggage down the stairs and placed it at the door. I was tired of being his toy. I was stupid to think that we would end up together. I had enough savings to start up my life. I need to run away from Manhattan, from New York. I need to move far away, to another place.I glanced around the apartment; so many beautiful and ugly memories; both of them haunted me.Opening the door, I gasped as my eyes fell on Damon. I held the tears that welled in my eyes. My heart twisted yet fluttered. Pain and relief fought to dominate my chest—neither won.His eyes fell on my luggage, and he frowned. “Where are you going?” What is he going to say to me? No, stay here and watch me get married to another woman. I rolled my wet eyes. “I’m leaving Damon.” I tried to bolster my voice, to show resolve.He inched closer and shut the door behind him. His beautiful amber eyes burned into mine. The eyes I had loved so much, that had caused me so much pain. Now one of my babies
The CEO..I climbed the stairs, each step feeling as heavy as the weight pressing down on my heart. Pearl had handed over the remaining 10 percent of the company shares to me, knowing that once the engagement and merger were finalized, the Wesley Corporation would likely dissolve Beckham Construction. The certificate was cold in my hands, but it felt meaningless now.As I passed by Lucy's room, the sound of her soft chuckle drifted out, followed by her mother's voice. I glared at the door. The thought of me spending the rest of my life with her was mentally gnawing. I was doing this for the child; once the child is enough, I'll get a divorce and just focus on my child. The memories of my childhood after my mother flooded in—just me and my father. "Damon isn’t around, right?" Mrs. Beckham asked. "Are you sure he is?"I was about to walk away, but the question glued my feet to the floor and, like a magnet, pulled my ears to the door."He isn't," Lucy replied, a note of excitement bub
The toy ..Tears streamed down my face, warm and bitter as they traced the curves of my cheeks. The room around me was silent like it was holding its breath, waiting for me to break.And I did.I muffled my sobs, pressing the back of my hand against my mouth, trying to keep it together, even though no one was around to witness. My elbows dug into my thighs as I leaned forward, staring at the two red lines on the pregnancy test. They glared back at me, mocking me. I shook my head, refusing to believe it. This couldn’t be real. What now? My mind raced, thoughts crashing into each other like waves against a rock. Damon’s wedding was just two days away. Two days. Even if I told him, what would change? I could hear Mr. Brian's voice in my head, loud and clear. Men know who they want to marry, and they keep the others around just for fun.I had brushed off those words when he first said them, but now they are repeated. in my mind, each repetition drilling pain into my heart—I should ha
The CEO..The drive was perfect, the kind of perfect that only comes once in a long while. The wind whipped through my hair as the convertible glided down the winding road, the sun casting a golden glow over everything it touched. The expression on my father when I testified against him in court felt like an award—a medal.Opening the door to my house, my gaze fell on Mrs. Beckham and Lucy.Mrs. Beckham stood in the center of the room, her presence cold.My smile faded, “Mrs. Beckham,” I greeted her with a curt nod. Mrs. Beckham was the female version of my father, so I spoke, a knot formed in my stomach as her presence gnawed at me.She didn’t return my pleasantries. Instead, she placed a crisp white envelope on the burly wood table, her eyes boring into mine. “Open it,” she instructed, her tone strict and firm. I hesitated for a second before crossing the room.I hardened my gaze as I snatched up the envelope, the paper cool and smooth against my skin. I tore it open and pulled
(This chapter contains violence that might disturb viewers. Viewers' discretion is advised.) The CEO . . I had changed into another outfit as I sat on the bed in my room. I constantly rubbed my hands, although they were clean. I could still feel Zach’s blood on my hand. How could I lose control? How could I hurt him? I smacked my head with my hand, letting out a grunt. Tracy trudged in. She only kept thinner and paler. “How are you doing?” “How is Zach? Is he up?” My fingers fidgeted. “No.” She tossed a file to me. “That’s the rest of my company.” “Why are you giving me?” Tracy’s expression softened. “Damon, I can die any moment. I need to leave my company with someone competent.” A weak smile stretched her lip. “Now let go and take your freedom from your father.” She gripped my hand, a failed attempt to pull me up. My chest tightened; this heart of mine had experienced too much pain. Another gloominess lingered at the mention of her dying any moment. I was too
The CEO . .Lying on the bed, I felt the sheets beneath me, my eyes closed, yet my mind was restless, buzzing with haunting images I couldn’t escape. Binky's tears haunted me; her face burned into my thoughts. But it was my father’s smile that truly kept me awake—the coldness, the quiet satisfaction he always had when things went his way. My hand gripped the bedsheet, twisting it, hoping it could ease my pain— but nothing.I couldn’t shake the thought—if only I’d been better, if only I’d been stronger if only I could’ve been more than this... this puppet he so easily manipulated. But I wasn’t. I was nothing more than a piece on his board and moved around to suit his game. The bitterness of it tore me from the inside out, choking with helplessness. If only I could turn the tables and make him pay for all of it. I wasn’t that person—not powerful enough, not anything enough.Stumbling to the closet, I flung open a drawer, my heart racing as I reached for the revolver inside. The c
Toy..I sat in the large, imposing courtroom. The air thickened with tension, but Nope still hung over, hoping Justice could be served. The murmurs of spectators seized as the proceedings began, leaving the shuffle of the papers. My eyes fixed on Damon’s father, who stood in the defendant box. Occasionally, he would stare at me and flash a smile that aggravated me. His words still rang in my ears, the way he casually told me how I looked softer than Aria outside the courtroom. I clenched my fist, hoping he would rot in jail for eternity. Mr. Jackson stood at the defendant's box. His eyes constantly darted between me and Mr. Wesley. My chest was tight like I was carrying the weight of the world on my chest. The flutters in my stomach were so grave that I might have developed stomach cancer. I sighed, hoping Damon’s threat should have walked in. Damon had messaged Mr. Jackson once he confessed to Mr. Wesley. He would protect him as Mr. Wesley would be powerless and be behind bars.