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Chapter 193: My Son.
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The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 193: My Son.
****************************POV: Henry Allister******************** --- The news came to me not with fanfare or urgency, but in a tone so grave it drained the blood from my chest in one word. “Claire.” Reeve's voice was clear on the secure line, and the moment he said her name, I knew. I closed the file I was reviewing and sat back in my chair. New York's skyline flickered behind me—calm, unaware, unbothered. The rest of the world didn’t know what had happened. Not yet. But I did. “She’s gone?” I asked, though the answer was already written in the quiet pause that followed. “Yes, sir. We have confirmation. Abducted six days ago. Mack kept the circle tight while they verified intel.” I shut my eyes. Six days. Six long days of silence. And I hadn’t known. “Who?” I asked, even though the acid had already begun rising in my throat. “We believe it’s Liam.” He muttered The name hit harder than expected, though it shouldn’t have. It wasn’t the shock of it. It was th
The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 192:
******************************POV: Mack************************* --- I checked my old diamond wrist watch, it was 00:48am. Time sprinted like flash man. It became a luxury I couldn’t afford. Which was actually unusual for me-i afforded everything i ever wanted, went to places I wanted, but I couldn’t stop or rewind the time to when Claire was abducted -I could have stopped it. I ran my hands into my hair in frustration and fury. I stepped out of the war room before I shattered something I’d regret. The door shut behind me with a quiet click, but it might as well have been a damn explosion with the pressure in my chest. My boots crunched over the loose gravel lining the edge of the compound, the cold night air biting into the sweat slicking my neck. My hands were shaking—barely—but enough to make me shove them into my jacket before anyone else noticed. I couldn’t be seen like this. Not yet. Not when I was supposed to be the one keeping everyone together. Directing e
The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 191: The Lie in Captivity.
********************************* POV: Claire***************** --- The first lie you tell yourself in captivity is that you can wait. Wait for a better chance. Wait for the door to be left open. Wait for him to slip up, to turn his back, to trust you. But waiting becomes a slow kind of rot. It eats your hope in tiny pieces, one blink at a time, until even breathing feels like a betrayal of the life you had before. So I stopped waiting. I started planning__strategizing and at the same time, waiting till it's the right time to implement everything that I have planned. And today, I found my second thread. After breakfast—tea I barely tasted and toast I didn’t touch—Liam handed me a sketchpad. “You used to enjoy drawing,” he said, like he was doing me a kindness. “I thought you might want something... familiar.” He rasped as he handed me the sketchpad. I almost laughed. Instead, I said, “Thank you.”Trying to suppress the joy in my heart. My plans are progressing. He smiled, p
The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 190: 13:22
***************************** POV: Mack********************** --- I stared at the screen again. A static-smeared frame. A timecode flashing 13:22.I stared at the footage from the day Claire disappeared.I dreaded watching the footage but I had to see her face_her fierce smearing innocent eyes, her relaxed but tensed body_as if she foresaw this day. She had walked into frame, her head turned slightly to the right, distracted by something out of sight—and then she was gone. No struggle. No scream. It's just a blank span of footage where she should’ve been. The corruption was too precise. Too intentional.Too perfect.Something Liam would do with his smart-ass forsaking brain. “She was ghosted,” the CIA tech muttered beside me, his jaw tight with restrained frustration. He paced around the room as if he could figure out how she had just disappeared from the room. “Some kind of directional jammer—we’re still working on reconstructing.” He added, his eyes still glued to the scre
The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 189: First Crack in the wall.
****************************POV: Claire*************************** --- I didn’t sleep. Not really. I lay in the dark for hours, my eyes fixed on the ceiling above me, every breath shallow and conscious. I counted the cracks in the plaster. The groans in the floorboards. The shifting of the wind as it slapped against the sea-facing walls. I replayed every word Liam had said, every subtle smile, every calculated movement. My pulse had steadied, but the tension hadn’t eased. It was like living inside a storm that had already passed — eerily still, but you knew something else was coming. And I had to be ready for it. When dawn finally bled through the windows in shades of pale gold and watery pink, I sat up. The salt air filtered through the cracked frame of the small window, crisp and cold against my cheeks. I moved carefully, testing every sound my body made, watching for the cameras — two in the bedroom that I’d found so far. One angled toward the door, another near the d
The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 188: Our Beginning.
******************************* POV: Liam************************* The sea was quieter today. A porcelain cup in my hands, steam cukng into the air and vanishing with the breeze, I stood barefoot on the old stone balcony of the sea house. Below, the waves lapped rhythmically against the cliffs, the sound as familiar to me as my own heartbeat. He'd chosen thus place for a reason-not just for its isolation, but for its view. The world here was simpler. There was no noise, no interference, no lies. Just the ocean and Claire. Or soon, there would be. I glanced back over my shoulder toward the hallway that led to her room. I glanced back over my shoulder, toward the hallway that led to her room—the one I'd prepared carefully down to the tiniest detail. Her favorite sheets. Lavender oil in the diffuser. A nightstand stacked with her old sketchbooks, ones i had managed to save before she left. I had held onto everything. Every page. Every stroke of graphite, like each one, was a
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