All Chapters of Entangled With Mr.ceo: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My eyes opened from my slumber The bed I laid on was too soft. Too warm. Too… heavenly. For a second, I didn’t want to move. The sheets felt like they were woven from angel wings and cashmere dreams. I let out a satisfied sigh and nuzzled deeper into the pillow. If this was the afterlife, I wasn’t complaining. But then, something prickled at the edge of my brain. A wrongness. A tickling sense of off. My eyes fluttered open slowly. I blinked at the cream-colored ceiling. Then at the glossy chandelier above. The velvet curtains. The insanely luxurious furniture. The smell of expensive scents in the air. What the…? I sat up halfway as reality slapped me in my face.. This wasn’t my room. This wasn’t even my life. Before I could process anything, the bedroom door opened. And in walked a man. No! A demi-god. Tall. Broad shoulders. Messy black hair that screamed I-woke-up-like-this. Sharp cheekbones, a jawline that could end lives, and eyes as dark as a scandal.

Mr. Desmond’s voice cut the silence like a blade. “Victor, excuse us.” Victor looked like he wanted to argue, but one glare from Nathan and he scurried out like a scolded puppy. The door clicked shut. The air thickened. Then, without a hint of hesitation or emotion, Nathan turned to me and said, “I’ll marry you.” Arrogantly and Coldly. Like he was discussing the weather. I blinked. Once. Twice. “What?” He shrugged. “Simple. We’ll get married.” I stared at him, stunned. How can someone say something so...absurd with a straight face? “No,” I snapped. “I’m not marrying you.” Nathan didn’t flinch. “Oh, you will.” He took a step closer, towering, menacing. “Or is there another way to pay for what you’ve done?” “I didn’t do anything!” I fired back, heart pounding. “You think I planned this? You think I wanted my life reduced to a headline?!” Nathan just stared. I took a breath, chest tight. “You’re not the only one affected, Nathan. Yes, you might lose contracts, but you hav

For a second, I thought maybe my eyes were lying.That I’d stepped into someone else’s life. Someone else’s heartbreak.But no.The lady was real, and I wasn't imagining things.Perched confidently on Nathan's lap like she was born there. Her lips still glistening from the kiss she’d stolen. Her hands roaming places I hadn’t even dared to think about.And Nathan?Leaning back, relaxed,like I wasn’t standing there with my heart in my hands.I didn’t even know I’d dropped the dress until I heard it hit the floor.That soft rustle of fabric landing like a slap across my dignity.Amy turned slightly, her lips still curved in that smug little smile, and her eyes met mine.“Oh,” she said, like she was surprised,but not really. “Didn’t see you there, sweetheart.”Sweetheart.The word made my skin crawl.She adjusted herself, not bothering to move off him. “You should really knock next time. But… oh wait, I forgot. You’re just the prop fiancée, right?”My throat burned. My fists curled.Natha

The woman finally stepped fully into the room, her black heels echoing softly on the hardwood floor. She clasped her hands in front of her and gave a polite, professional smile. “I apologize for the delay in welcoming you, Mrs. Blake. I was finishing up something downstairs. I'm Teresa, the housekeeper.” She dipped her head slightly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I blinked, my heart still trying to remember how to beat like a normal person. “You scared me half to death.” A ghost of a smile crossed her lips. “Apologies for that too. I tend to move quietly.” I raised an eyebrow, still eyeing her from head to toe. She looked like the kind of woman who knew everything that happened in this house. Maybe everything that happened in Nathan's life. “So…” I turned toward the bed again. “This is my room?” “Yes, ma’am,” she replied smoothly. “That was Mr. Blake’s order. You’ll find everything prepared for your stay. And if you’d like, I can give you a full tour of the penthouse once you’re

Nathan’s POVThe familiar scent of cedar and cool marble greeted me the second I stepped into the penthouse. Everything was pristine,just the way I left it. Except now, Ivy lived here.I loosened my tie and glanced around, half-expecting her to appear. Nothing.I cleared my throat, casually. “Theresa.”She emerged from the hallway with her ever composed smile. “Sir, welcome back.”I nodded once. “Inform Ivy that I’m home.”“Yes, sir,” she said, then disappeared down the hallway.A beat later, she returned.“She said… okay.”I paused mid-step. “Okay?”Theresa’s expression didn’t waver. “Yes, sir.”I looked away quickly, but not before Desmond who had followed me inside caught the flicker of something in my face.Amusement danced in his eyes.“What?” I asked, coolly.“Nothing,” he said, lips twitching like he was holding back a laugh.I rolled my eyes, adjusted my cuff, and forced nonchalance back into my voice. “I don’t care if she welcomes me or not.”“Of course not,” Desmond murmured