All Chapters of Beneath The CEOs Control: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Kayla's pov The silence between us feels so loud that I can feel my heart pounding. My father is sitted across from me, his face blank of any expression . One can tell that he is really apprehensive as he keeps sighing and tossing around . I don't even what to say because he was warned not to do what he did. "How much do you owe him exactly dad" I ask,breaking the silence He looks up at me but quickly drops down his gaze. "I owe him a lot, too much"he mutters. "Too much for me to even pay back. Oh God, what have I done"he questions himself I clenched my fists but immediately releases them because I must remain calm.Deep down my heart, I'm so pissed. Of all the people to owe it's Adrian Blackwood?,the man whose name strikes terror in the heart of the people even most powerful and influential men do not want to mess with him or be in his bad book. Before I could say anything else, there's a loud knock on the door, like the other person is deliberately trying to break it. My fat

Kayla's pov Standing outside Adrian's mansion feels like I'm about to walk into an agreed slavery. Here I am paying for my father's debts. But i remind myself that this is a sacrifice that I have to and willing to make in order to save my family. I press the doorbell and after some moments, it opens.Adrian's butler leads me into the house. There he is seated like a cold blooded tyrant. " Kayla, my fiery dove", his voice smooth but predatory. "I knew you'd come"The weight of his words pressing down on me very strongly." Not like I had a choice, did I?", I forced my voice. " I'm here now""So you are ready to agree to my terms?""Yes"But instead of bringing out a contract or something,he swiftly pins me to the wall, his hand brushing my cheek. His hand made its way to my neck, wrapping around it. My heart pounds faster. It's like I can't breathe. "Do you understand what you are agreeing to?", he whispers into my ears. His voice deep and stern. " It's not going to be sweet baby

Kayla's povThe silence in the car is driving me crazy as we drive back to Adrian's mansion. My mind is all over the place, from the extravagant club to the dimly lit rooms and the exotic dancers, to the morally inappropriate activities going on in the rooms. And according to Adrian, it's where I'll be working, for him..I feel his eyes on me but the stare didn't last long. Every nerve in my body is about to burst. I'm full of questions . I keep remembering how he said " you belong to me" like it's some privilege being his.Finally, I can’t keep it in any longer. “What exactly do you stand to gain from this , Adrian?"He glances at me, and a smirk tugs at his lips. “Careful, Isabella. Questioning me isn’t a good behaviour baby girl.""Like I care. I'm really trying to understand this, I'm supposed to work and pay you back but why are you in it?"His gaze sharpens, a glint of intrigue mixed with something darker. “why do you think there's always something to what I do?"he asks, his vo

Kayla’s breath heightened as Adrian stood before her, his piercing gaze making her feel both vulnerable and trapped in the moment. The air between them felt intense, thick with tension that had been building ever since their last meeting. “You’re late baby girl,” Adrian’s voice was smooth but commanding. His hand rested on the top of the chair , his posture calm and relaxed , but everything about him screamed control. “I'm so sorry" she panicked, her heart racing. “ you know what happens when you break the rules right?” he asked, moving closer to her, the faint scent of his cologne intoxicating her senses. Kayla swallowed, unable to speak. She’d been warned—warned about every lesson, every step she’d need to take to avoid punishment. She knew the stakes. Adrian’s eyes darkened, a flicker of something dangerous crossing his face. “Let me remind you. Lesson three: complete obedience.” He stepped closer until she could feel the heat of his body brushing against hers. His warm breath

Adrian’s POVThe knock at the door is sharp, each sound echoing through the quiet house like a warning bell. I already know who it is. His timing is impeccable—always showing up when I’d rather burn the world than entertain his games.Victor Cane.I glance at the security feed for confirmation and, sure enough, there he is, standing outside in his tailored suit that screams power and danger. His smirk is already in place, a mask he wears as comfortably as his expensive clothes.I let out a slow breath and head to the door, turning my expression into something calm and unreadable. Opening the door, I find him leaning casually against the frame, his dark eyes gleaming with a type of amusement.“Victor,” I say, my tone cold. “To what do I owe this... unexpected pleasure?”Victor pushes himself off the frame and strides inside as if he owns the place. “Oh, come now, Blackwood. No need to be so hostile. I just came to talk.”“Talk?” I close the door and follow him closely into the living r