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CHAPTER 27: Let it burn
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The CEO's pawn CHAPTER 30: A slutty dress and the weight of guilt
Rosalie sat at the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the closet door, her fingers tugging at the hem of the oversized T shirt she wore. Beatrice's voicefrom a few minutes ago still echoed in her head: "Let's go out tonig, I'll find you something slutty to wear."Slutty.She hadn’t known how to respond then and even now, she wasn’t sure if Beatrice had been joking or serious. The way she'd said it, eyes wide, voice high and giddy, it almost felt manic. But Rosalie hadn’t questioned it, not after Beatrice had suddenly gone quiet, then apologized again for asking about whether she'd ever had sex with Alessandro."I'm sorry I was being a bitch" she'd said, curling her legs beneath her on the couch, her voice unusually soft. "I just wanted to understand"Rosalie had nodded, tight lipped, not wanting to go back into that swamp of memoryIt had been a long day, a loud oneDozens of messages, missed calls, mentions, and then, the video Alessandro's voice, sharp and venomous, filled t
The CEO's pawn CHAPTER 29: Cracks in the Empire
The morning light streamed through the large floor to-L ceiling windows of my office, casting A goldEn glow over the glass table and leather chairs I stood by the window, hands in the pockets of my slacks, trying to center myself. The city below buzzed with life, people moving about like they had no idea that my world was moments away from crumblingWork had always been my anchor. Numbers, plans, contracts, they never lied to me, they didn’t talk back, they didn’t feel they just existed. Constant and obedient.Until now.I turned around and made my way to my desk, intending to get through the files lined up for the day. There were meetings to prepare for, calls to make, deals to finalize. I reached for my phone, planning to call security about the parking arrangements for the guests scheduled to arrive this afternoonThere was a knock, it was sudden, sharp. Followed by the door flying open“Sir” Amara’s voice cracked as she burst into the room without waiting for permission. Her he
The CEO's pawn CHAPTER 28: The girl in the viral clip
Rosalie stretched under the weight of the morning, her arms sliding across thesheets of her bed, the sunlight streamed in, pale and drowsy, lighting the edges of the roomHer eyes blinked open slowly, staring up at the faint cracks in the ceilingAnother day.Another morning.For the first time in weeks, there was no dread dragging itself across her chest when she woke upJust a quiet sense of exhaustion and a fragile sense of relief, relief from the moretti enterpriseDario had made sure that her mother’s hospital bills for the next two months were covered.iThat gave her some breathing room, time to find another job ttime to figure out her next steps She wasn’t under Alessandro Moretti’s thumb anymore and while that was both a relief and a quiet ache she didn’t want to name, she was determined to move on.She sat up slowly, her hair tumbling over her shoulder. Her apartment was still, quietFor about three seconds.Then came the slam of a cupboard from the kitchen and the sou
The CEO's pawn CHAPTER 27: Let it burn
Leonardo sat quietly in the back seat of his car, fingers drumming against the leather armrestThe windows were tinted dark, hiding him from the world outside, rain tapped gently against the glass, soft and steady, like a lullaby trying to calm his thoughts. But nothing could settle the storm inside him.He stared through the windshield at the grey building ahea.dThe sign read "Villa del Sole Recovery Centre" It didn’t look like much, just a quiet place tucked away from the city, surrounded by trees and silenceBut he knew what was inside, he had waited weeks for this.Lucia was here.He opened the leather notebook on the seat beside him. Inside were photos, neatly printed and slipped into clear plastic sheetsHe flipped through them slowly, Aessandro with Lucia in a dimly lit club, Lucia stepping out of a sleek black car, lucia entering a penthouse building, another photo of her leaving the same building alone, her shoulders slumpedAnd then at the very back, a still frame from a
The CEO's pawn CHAPTER 26: Where she used to be
The morning was too quiet.Alessandro sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the untouched coffee on the tray beside him The sun had risen hours ago yet the house felt like it was still asleepNo soft footsteps, no faint sounds of typing from the hall office. No Rosalie.He rubbed his hands together slowly, trying to ignore the tightness in his chest, the silence was nothing new. Vivianna had stopped speaking to him two days ago. Emilia barely looked at him. But this silence, this one was differentBecause now, Rosalie was gone and she hadn’t looked back He stood up and crossed the room, grabbing his phone from the nightstand 8:13am. He was late for nothing, technically. There were no meetings Rosalie had reminded him about. No briefings she had printed. No gentle knock on his office door with “They’re ready for you, sir.”He hated how quickly she had melted into his routine and how quickly he noticed her absenceHis phone buzzed.Unknown Number: Upda
The CEO's pawn CHAPTER 25: Strings attached
The morning sun crept gently into the small apartment, spreading warm light across the tiled floors and up the walls. The silence was a fragile thing, broken only by the distant rumble of traffic and the clink of porcelain from the kitchen Beatrice was already awake, she leaned against the counter in a silk robe, sipping coffee with one hand and scrolling through her phone with the other. Her hair was perfectly tousled, like she’d stepped out of a commercial instead of someone else’s cramped apartmentRosalie emerged from the bedroom slowly, eyes swollen with sleep, her body dragging like it had aged overnight. Her shoulders sagged with weight she never talked about"Morning" Beatrice chirped without looking up"Morning" Rosalie mumbled, heading toward the kettleThe silence stretched again, Rosalie poured water into the kettle and flicked it on. She moved on autopilot now, coffee, toast, hospital. Repeat.Beatrice sat at the table, her legs crossed lazily. "I was thinkin
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