All Chapters of THE CEO AND HIS LITTLE ANGEL : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I never realised how sad I was until I was older. I acted Luke many things didn't affect me, but they did. I was so used to being disappointed as a child to the point where I never expected anything more from the people who were supposed to be there for me.There's nothing more sad than a child knowing how alone they are. Knowing that no one cares that much for them, because if they did, they wouldn't feel the way they felt.Why did terrible people who didn't want to be parents give birth?I hated life when I was so young that I never even thought about growing up. I never imagined what I would be like once I was grown, and that is sad.I missed out on dreaming because all I ever thought about was how miserable life was to me. I just wanted to be happy, something that I've never been.-------------At a certain point, I got tired of fighting him. I'd cry every night and wished I were dead. I was in so much pain, and for some reason, my mum couldn't see it. She was so busy being a goo

ANNA'S POV.The older you get, the more you realise that love alone is never enough. Someone could love you with everything in them, but it's just never enough.Somebody could be offering you everything you ever wanted, and still you wouldn't want it.I used to love love so much, and now that I think about it, I was just young and inexperienced.Love required way too much, and I just wasn't willing to give everything up for it. I didn't want to be understanding if my partner messed up.See where am coming from, you wouldn't do something to hurt the person you loved. If you claimed to love someone so deeply, then why would you sleep with other people ?I was willing to love someone with everything in me I just don't think I'd ever find that person. I don't think considerate people exist. People who think about how their actions will affect their partners before they even do it.People who made you feel comfortable emotionally. All love got out of me is the broken version of myself. The

She wasn't scared. When she had first taken the position, she was. Every time they called a meeting, she would walk into the meeting scared of how it was gonna go.They could smell her fear just like an animal could smell the fear of their prey. They fed on that fear; it was probably meant to make her fail, so they could say she failed.She wouldn't give them that satisfaction, though. It didn't matter if they thought she didn't deserve it because she was there. There was nothing they could do about it except just keep looking for mistakes in her work.There were no mistakes, though. She knew better. Your enemies always sit and wait for you to do something wrong so that even those who supported you would downplay you .She couldn't give them that. She was going to work her ass off to prove them all wrong. Vincenzo. Was her husband still natter the differences they had, and she wouldn't let the company die if she was there.She had crossed borders to a business none of the members woul

THIRD POV.She knew that the days were coming to an end. The war she had created from scratch was about to blow over, and she needed to take cover before she was caught in the crossfire. She had never been a dumb woman. Every move she had been making for months would be determined by how things ended.She was not something bit she knew a parent would do anything for their child, even if it meant giving up their own life.She had known how Scarface was the first time she had gone to his club. She knew he looked down on women because a man who beats women doesn't respect them at all.He was a stupid man who fell right into her trap and acted just like she had predicted. She hadn't known he had a son at first, but knew something was up as she had watched his security detail for a hot minute. She knew Neegan would feel disrespected by Scarface because every man had a fragile ego; all she needed to do was put all the pieces together, and she would get the war she wanted. At first, she d

It was just like every other day, the only difference was that he was a little tolerable. He seemed happy, and I know deep down in his soul he knew.People always know when they are about to die. He was a little bit nice to us, and he made us laugh, something that I couldn't remember ever happening.Sadly, that one day of happiness couldn't erase all those years of trauma. One laugh from my mother was not going to suddenly make me forget her antagonising screams every time they fought.The sound of his voice suddenly did not make me freak out from a loud bang. That no matter how much he smiled, all I could see was the man who made me take off all my clothes and drag my knees on the floor till I was bleeding.That one act of human decency didn't make me fear him less. It didn't make me forget all the times that I lay in my bed, hoping he forgot about me, only to hear him open the door and see a smirk on his face.Nothing he could do could make me change my mind. I was jealous of how ca