All Chapters of THE CEO’S DIRTY SECRET: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

STELLAI stared at the necklace he had got for me from the auction. It was beautiful and so fragile I held it gently like glass, terrified it would fall off.I'd never owned something so expensive in my life, and I never thought of owning this experience… six million. Why would James even pay for it?Just holding it scared me this was six million. I examined it under the light and it glittered like little fireflies. I didn't know if it was gold or diamond or even something else.I owned it, but putting it on scared me. I just wanted it to sit in a showcase because something this beautiful was supposed to be watched, not worn.I gently placed the necklace back into the velvet box, my hands trembling. Six million the amount still didn't make sense to me. I grew up counting every dollar based on what was necessary, not what was beautiful.And yet… James handed it over to me like it meant nothing… did I mean that much to him? God, I wanted—The box sat on my office desk just staring back

Here's thank you to y'all besties! Thank you for giving this book a chance. I hope y'all love and enjoy this book.....And please do not forget to share your amazing thoughts (comments) and your gems.Love y' all.JAMES The drive to Victor's place felt like forever. I knew it wasn’t the traffic it was the weight of everything pressing down on me, and what I would do to him when I finally got my hands on him made my fingers twitch.The thought of Stella’s face appeared in my he the way she tried to pretend that she wasn’t afraid and none of this scared her. But it did. I saw it. She was terrified of him.My driver pulled into the parking lot of the Crimson Jackal. It wasn’t packed like it used to be on nights, but there were still a few people, and I could hear the faint thump of music from inside.I placed my hands in my pockets and a smile on my face as I walked to the door, where two huge bouncers stood.“I’m here for Mr. Cane,” I said in a polite voice.“He’s not receiving any gue

FREYA"Reportee Black..." I said, smiling as a woman dressed in a suit walked in."Ms. Freya, it is not just an honor to meet you but also a pleasure," she smiled, but I saw pain in her face—fear.I liked it. It meant she knew her place. "Pleasure is all mine. Have a seat," I said sweetly as I gestured to my sofa."When your manager reached out to me, I couldn't believe this was real and actually happening.""It is Miss Blake," I said, crossing one of my legs over the other and pushing one side of my hair behind my ear."If you don't mind me saying, you look so beautiful up close."God, could she stop with the fangirling already? I was already getting pissed off."Thank you..." I forced a wild smile, though it felt more like swallowing knives.She shifted uncomfortably, that sheepish smile never leaving her face, her hands smoothing over her skirt, and that flicker of fear in her eyes deepened. Good. At least she knew her place—she wasn't here for tea and cookies.I flipped my hair bac

JAMES “Are you stupid?” my mom asked, panicking as she paced her living room. I shouldn’t have told her about my plan, but I had to.“James, just let the box go, please,” my mother pleaded. “You are going to get yourself killed.”“I’m not that easy to kill, Mom,” I said calmly.“I can’t lose you too,” she said in a low voice.Her voice cracked as she spoke, and for the first time in a very long while, I hadn’t seen her like this. It wasn’t anger or disappointment it was fear. And it hit me harder than I expected.“Mom,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I know what I’m doing. Don’t worry.”“That’s the thing, James I am worried. And you don’t know what you’re doing,” she snapped. “You’re not thinking about what you’re getting yourself into. I know it’s hard, but just let it go.”Her words clawed at the back of my mind. I hated that she was right. But backing down now wasn’t an option anymore.“I don’t have a choice,” I muttered.“There’s always a choice, James.” She stepped c

JAMESShanghai… it was beautiful, but I wasn’t here for the scenery. I moved from my hotel room window and took a seat just as Brad walked in.“So, what’s our plan exactly?” He sat opposite me, eyes glued to his phone—and it had been like that ever since we landed, which was weird. Brad wasn’t the type to stay hooked on his phone unless it was business.“I thought we left business in New York.”He raised his head with a smirk. “This isn’t business, James.”I sighed. “I hope you get an incurable STI before we leave China.”He chuckled. “You’re boring. It wouldn’t kill you to live a little.”“I’m living, Brad.”“You mean brooding. You’ve got that tragic-hero look going on. Careful, women eat that up here.” He wiggled his brows. “Or men. I’m not judging.”I rolled my eyes. “If I wanted unsolicited dating advice, I’d have brought my mother.”Brad smirked, eyes still on his phone. “Relax, Chief. Some of us like to mix business with pleasure. And trust me—pleasure’s winning right now.”“You