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Chapter 47: Fractures.
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The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 187: She’s out of the country.
****************************POV: Mack*************************** --- The war room—our fortress of digital firepower—felt suffocating tonight. Every screen cast a ghostly glow on sharp features and taut expressions. None of it mattered. Only Claire’s face, frozen on a monitor from the morning before her disappearance, pulled at my heart. She’d been taken. I paced the center of the room as Blake Reeves, a former CIA operative turned private asset, mapped out the known facts. “No trace of her on any domestic surveillance feeds or GPS pings,” he said. “Cameras, border crossings—all clean. Whoever did this, did it well.” My chest tightened. “Meaning?” I barked put of anger. “She’s not in the country.” He said. Silence dropped over us. “How far?” I asked. “Possibly offshore. Coastal region.” He muttered turning his gaze to the door. I exhaled hard. “It has to be somewhere remote. Discreet.” I rasped. "I found an offshore property under Liam's mother." Rowe
The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 186: Wreckage
******************************POV: Rowe************************* I stood there-the surveillance room frozen, the echo of her boots still bouncing off the hallway tiles long after she was gone. The air felt heavier now-emptied pur, gutted. I hadn’t expected the kiss to fix anything. Hell no, I hadn’t even planned it. But for a moment, it had felt like we'd found a silver of light inside the wreckage. And then she ran. My fingers curled into fists at my sides, and my jaw tightened. Not out of anger-never at her. Just the helplessness. The ache. The wag her absence now filled the room like smoke. I could still feel her warmth on my skin, the tremble in her hands, the hesitation in her kiss. She was scared of everything. Of the feeling of too much h. And even though I understood, it didn't stop the hollow in my chest from growing deeper with every second she stayed gone. It wasn’t the silence that got to me. It was the guilt underneath it. I’d been in war zones quieter than t
The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 185:
****************************POV: Liz**************************** --- The surveillance room was colder than i remembered. Not physically—though the chill from the concrete walls seeped into my skin—but in the way the air settled. Too still. Too aware. I moved to the monitor chair slowly, like my limbs weren’t fully mine, like every step might betray the panic I was trying to smother. I sat, my hands clasped tight on my lap, my eyes scanning the quiet monitors without really seeing them. My heart was a mess—half in guilt, half in something i didn’t want to name. And when i heard the door creak open behind me, I didn’t have to look to know it was Rowe. His presence filled the space before he even spoke. I could feel him—too tall, too close, too calm in a way that made my insides riot. The air grew thicker, charged with everything we hadn’t said and everything we almost did. And still, neither of us moved. The screen flickered with static, the dull blue light washing over our faces in
The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 184: Rose Oil.
*****************************POV: Liz****************************** --- The estate felt… off. Like it was holding its breath. Every hallway that once echoed with quiet footsteps and soft conversation now stood still and too quiet. The air had changed—thicker somehow, heavier. Doors creaked more. Shadows lingered longer. The kitchen smelled like burnt coffee and uneaten toast. Even the birds outside seemed to avoid the garden Claire used to walk every morning. Her absence wasn’t just a missing person—it was a missing pulse. The house itself felt colder, slower, as if it had lost its reason to wake up with the sun. Claire was gone. I didn’t sleep. Not really. I must’ve drifted off somewhere between three and four a.m., but it was that hollow kind of rest, the one where your body gives out but your mind keeps running in circles. And when I sat up just after six, it hit me again—the emptiness. The failure. The guilt. I had left my post. For just a second. Just long enough
The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 183: She's gone.
***************************** POV: Mack*************************** --- My hand acted on instinct-reaching across the mattress in the gray blur of early morning, my fingers seeking the familiar warmth that should've been there. But there was nothing. Just cold sheet. My brows furrowed, still half-asleep, my palm swept across the fabric like maybe she'd just shifted.... maybe she curled at the edge, tangled in the blanket. But the emptiness was too sharp. Too final. My eyes snapped open. The bed beside him was undisturbed—untouched. Not a wrinkle. Not a trace of her scent. Not a single strand of her hair on the pillow. The first thing I noticed was the silence. Not the peaceful kind. Not the kind that comes with birdsong or lazy sunrises. No, this silence had teeth. It was screaming. I sat up in bed too fast, my pulse already kicking. The clock beside me blinked 8:21 a.m. Claire should’ve been up. Walking the garden. Her routine wasn’t just predictable—it was sa
The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 182: A Slight Change.
*****************************POV: Claire************************ --- The first thing I felt was wrongness. It crawled beneath my skin before I could name it—thick, heavy, suffocating. My eyelids dragged open like they’d been glued shut, my lashes clumped from sleep I didn’t remember falling into. The air smelled different. Damp. Too clean. Sterile, almost. I tried to sit up, but the world spun hard and fast, flipping sideways. My stomach lurched. I closed my eyes again. My hand traced the bed, the sheets were warm, and smelled of faint scent of lavender, there was a distant echo of birdsong. For a moment, I could almost believe I was back in my bed. Safe. Home. Then came the stillness. And I knew. This wasn’t my room. Where am I? That was the first question. The only one that mattered as the ache behind my eyes pulsed in time with my heartbeat, slow and angry. My mouth was dry. My tongue felt thick. There was a bitter taste in the back of my throat, like metal and
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