All Chapters of THE CEO’S DIRTY SECRET: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

BRAD Freya was still breathing heavily as her head sprawled across my chest. Her skin was flush, and she was smiling with satisfaction. “Brad, that was amazing.” “You are amazing,” I smiled at her. She looked genuinely happy. I couldn't help the little smirk on my lips. She was really stupid. I saw traces of sweat on her collarbone as she ran her hand across my stomach, smiling like she'd just won the lottery. But I didn't feel anything, and pretending with her was getting harder. She wasn't just annoying,I couldn't stand her. But at least the sex was good; that was compensation enough. She tilted her head up, her lips brushing my jaw. “You are in a good mood today… or it’s just the sex?” I asked, letting my fingers trace lazy circles down her back, pretending like I gave a damn. She smiled shyly, and I raised an eyebrow, acting curious. “Come on, tell me.” She looked at me, her eyes filled with excitement like someone who had just found her true love and was living in a happil

STELLA The next time I opened my eyes I was no longer tied to the chair, I was on the ground now. It was so cold, burrowing deep into my bones. I had no idea when they untied me and dumped me here. I wasn't even sure how long it had been and how long I'd been passed out. It was probably hours or days I wasn't sure. Everything hurts, my ribs, my arms, my legs, even my eyelids felt so hard to open. The pain was horrible and it was in every part of my body and all I wanted was just for it to go away. I tried to move but my limbs refused to move. My right arm felt.... broken and my wrist.... I couldn't even try lifting it. I was shaking uncomfortably from the cold, pain, and fear. It felt like I'd been here for almost a lifetime and all I wanted was just to leave. I wanted to go home, I didn't want to stay in this place anymore. I was so scared of what could happen the next second. Tears slipped down the side of my face, soaking the dusty floor. I was so weak it felt like life was

JAMES When Stella was moved into a private room, I just stood in the doorway staring. I was terrified of going in, of seeing her. My mom went in first, but I couldn’t follow her. My legs wouldn’t move no matter how much I tried. It felt like I wasn’t worthy of seeing her, and maybe I wasn’t. My mom held her hand, and I just stood there watching. That was Stella—my Stella—and she was strapped to so many machines just to stay alive. “James,” my mother called softly, “aren’t you coming in?” I swallowed the lump in my throat and opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I tried to breathe, but all I could see was the moment I found her on the ground in that warehouse. It felt like I was about to pass out. My hand trembled as I finally stepped slowly into the room, and when I approached her bed, I felt my heart break all over again. Stella lay on the hospital bed unconscious, her skin was pale, every corner of her body held a bruise. Her right hand was broken, so was her le

FREYA I didn't understand what was happening. One moment I was leaving the bar half drunk, the only thing on my mind was just going home and laying on my bed, the next two officers were grabbing my arms like I was some kind of criminal. "Ma'am, you're under arrest." "Excuse me, for what?" I stared at them like I was looking at ancient creatures from another time entirely. They didn't answer me. "Stop, stop!" I tried to fight back but they only pulled me back to the cop car. This wasn't happening. Maybe I had gotten too drunk and all this was in my head. It had to be. "Wait, wait, hold on! Why on earth am I being arrested? Do you know who I am?" I kept trying to dress my hands but they shoved me into the back of the cop car like I was nothing. My body trembled uncontrollably as I was shoved inside the cop car. I was starting to panic. This wasn't a dream. It was actually real. I couldn't breathe. It felt like I was being suffocated. "Miss Ford, you are being charged with the ki

JAMES I sat on the floor of Talia’s living room because my legs couldn’t hold me up anymore. My head was spinning so violently it felt like the world was moving sideways. No, no— this couldn’t be real. Brad the head of the Triad? The boy I grew up with, my cousin who became my brother. The same Brad who was there for me when I lost my father. The same Brad we made a pact with that we would leave the Triad together. No— I shook my head. This had to be someone else using his face. I knew what I saw, but I refused to believe it. I dragged a hand over my face, trying to calm myself. None of it made sense. How could Brad, my Brad, be the one running the Triad? Killing people, making my life hell, sending people after my mother— the same woman who practically raised him as her son. I stared at the floor, but I wasn’t seeing anything. It was just memories flashing through my mind. We trained together, fought together, laughed together. I was trying to find where I actually missed it.