Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love in the CEO's Trap: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Audrey's Point of View“Miggy? What are you doing here?”Out of all the places in the world, why him? My ex-boyfriend, standing right in front of me. I don’t even love him anymore. Honestly, maybe I never really did.It’s not because I’m bitter. We only lasted a few months. He was nice, sweet, romantic, the usual, but he had this weird habit I couldn’t stand. Deal-breaker level is weird.“I just have a secret job to do,” he replied, raising a brow like it was some big mystery. “Where are you off to? Come with me. I’ll take you.”“No, thanks,” I said, shaking my head. “I have an orientation today. It’s right there.” I pointed at the enormous glass building behind me.“Gibson Corporation?” His expression changed. His smile faded like I’d just told him I joined a cult.I just smiled and turned away. “Yup. I’m heading in. Bye!”“Audrey, wait. ”Nope. Not today. I was already late. This wasn’t the time to reminisce with my ex. And my head? Still pounding from Romeo’s birthday party last nig

Newton’s third law never made more sense to me than it did now. “For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.”Everything felt like that lately. For every good news… life slapped me with bad news twice as hard.My parents packed their things. Sold what they could. They were heading back to the province, leaving me behind. The house? Sold too.I didn’t want to leave. But without them… this house wasn’t home anymore. Staying would only make me lonelier.Dad hugged me tightly. His voice cracked. “Take care of yourself, son. If you ever have a problem… call me, okay?”I smiled weakly, burying my head against his chest. “Can I call if I burn the rice?”He laughed, his eyes glassy. “Of course, you can, son.” His arms tightened around me. “I’m going to miss you so much.”Tears rolled down my cheeks. Dad had always been my biggest supporter. Even when Anya and I were spoiled brats growing up, he never let us feel we lacked anything.It sucked, starting from scratch. But this is m

I never thought it was possible to feel like dying when you're still breathing, still alive. But that’s exactly how I’d felt these past few days. Shame, fear, and anxiety wrapped around me like chains. It’s been almost a week since that happened. And every second, I was waiting for them to fire me.Why did I mess up? It wasn’t even about the mistake anymore. It felt like they didn’t trust me. Romeo and Rose tried to comfort me, but even they looked nervous. They said it wasn’t normal. People here, if they messed up or disrespected someone, didn’t last long.So, during lunch breaks, we stopped talking about work completely. It was like walking on eggshells.The pedestrian light turned green. I crossed the street, moving fast. I always arrived early. It was my defense mechanism now, come first, work hard, stay invisible. I couldn’t afford another slip-up.I was just about to run towards the towering office building when a hand landed on my shoulder.I almost screamed. “Oh my gosh, Mr. G

It felt like all my happy bubbles popped at once. The thrill from last night, gone. Replaced with anger and confusion.Triple interest? For what? I knew he had a motive. He knew they were my parents. He had to know. Why else would he help them that way? But with a sky-high interest? That wasn’t charity, that was a trap.I didn’t sleep a wink. I kept running scenarios in my head, trying to figure out how I’d confront him.And now, here I was. Standing outside his office, clutching his black suit in my hands, practically begging his assistant.“Can you please tell him I’ll wait? Even if it takes hours?” I pleaded softly.Her eyes drifted to the suit I was holding. Her brow lifted slightly. “I told you to go back to work. I’ll call you once his schedule clears up today.”“This is really important,” I insisted, holding the suit tighter.“And so are his meetings, Audrey,” she replied coolly.Audrey? My jaw tightened. She never called me Audrey. It was always Ms. Watson, just like her boss

Weeks passed, and somehow, I managed to survive living with him.It wasn’t that hard. He always came home late, always out of town for meetings, so we barely saw each other anymore.Strangely, I kind of missed talking to him.That’s the thing about living in a big house. You could have everything you wanted, but still feel completely alone.Sometimes, I wonder—was he avoiding me? Or does he regret choosing me?“Hey, sister!” Romeo called out, confused. “What the heck? Why are you being called upstairs again?!”My mood lifted a bit. After weeks, I was finally going to see Mr. Gibson again.I glanced up and tried to joke, but Romeo already looked tense.“And you’ve got the nerve to smile?” he said. “Let’s see if you can still joke around after facing Mr. Moody-Monster-Boss-Gibson. The man just got back from vacation! What if it went bad?”He still didn’t know I was married to Mr. Gibson. I hadn’t told any of my friends. I didn’t want to say anything without his okay.When Romeo asked wh