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Chapter 99: Tangled Loyalties.
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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
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
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