All Chapters of CEO Craving for His Assistant: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The Scandal UnleashedTThe streets this morning, buzzing with life. But inside Ethan Richard’s mansion, the tension too tight. He had slept little—tossing and turning, his mind replaying Daniel’s kiss, Daniel’s fear, and his own reckless confession.He hadn’t yet realized that outside, the storm had already broken.Ethan’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. He ignored it at first, thinking it was another investor email, another meeting request, another distraction. But the buzzing didn’t stop. It grew—calls, texts, alerts piling in one after another. Finally, he snatched it up.The first thing he saw was the headline:“CEO ETHAN RICHARD CAUGHT IN INTIMATE MOMENT WITH HIS ASSISTANT.”Inside it, a photo damning. Ethan leaning closer, lips pressed against Daniel’s under the warm of an office lamp.His stomach twisted.Another alert followed.“RICHARD’S TECH SCANDAL: LOVE OR FAVORITISM?”“BILLIONAIRE CEO RISKS COMPANY FOR OBSESSION WITH ASSISTANT.”And then the worst:“INSIDE THE SECRET AFFA

The city's newspapers still carried the photo of Ethan Richard and his assistant. Radio hosts dissected it with amusement, and the internet churned endlessly, devouring the story in a thousand comment threads.But Daniel Reyes walked into Richard’s Tech Enterprises everyday as though nothing had happened.He moved through the doors with his usual calm, ignoring the flashing cameras outside, ignoring the whispers that followed him through the lobby. His suit was pressed as usual, his tie knotted perfectly, his expression cool. If the scandal gnawed at him, if the weight of headlines threatened to crush him, he didn’t let it show.Daniel had lived with whispers before. He had been the subject of speculation, of jealousy, of rumors he couldn’t control. This wasn’t new. The difference now was scale. Instead of a handful of coworkers or a circle of acquaintances, the entire city seemed to know his name.But Daniel had made a decision. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing him br

The Cost of LoveThe next morning, Ethan Richard sat at the edge of his bed, tie loosened, jacket discarded on the floor, glass of untouched bourbon sweating on the nightstand.For years, silence had been his comfort. A weapon, even. In the boardroom, silence could crush a weak executive faster than words. At home, silence reminded him that no one could touch him, no one could intrude on the fortress he had built around himself.But tonight, silence suffocated.He couldn’t stop seeing Daniel’s face.Daniel—walking into the office with his usual calm. Daniel—unshaken by scandal, holding the company still while Ethan hid. Daniel—standing in front of him that night, eyes open when Ethan whispered the words he had never thought he’d say to anyone: I love you.The pleasure of it was too much. Too dangerous. Every time Daniel smiled at him, every time his hand brushed against Ethan’s as they passed papers, every time he looked at him with that loyalty—it threatened to undo him completely.A

The news broke within the walls of Richard’s Tech Enterprises not with an announcement, but with a void. Daniel Reyes’s absence was as loud as any scandal or betrayal. His desk sat empty that morning, the surface stripped of the personal touches that had crept in over the months—a framed photo of his sister, a stacked set of notes he always kept within reach, the mug he used religiously.Gone.Just like that, the steady hand that had held the company together during Ethan Richard’s stormiest weeks had vanished, leaving behind a silence that hummed through the corridors.The board members, those sharp-eyed men and women who smelled blood in every hesitation, wasted no time. They gathered in the executive conference room, their whispers slicing through the glass walls like knives.“Resigned without notice?” one muttered.“Or forced out,” another countered, lips curling with satisfaction.“It’s no coincidence. The scandal, the whispers, the way Ethan’s been off his game—he had to cut him

A Good Man’s FarewellWhen Manuel Reyes died, the world beyond his construction site hardly noticed. The company marked nothing, filed no report, and sent no condolences. To them, he was only a laborer, one of dozens who could be replaced the next morning.But on the street where the Reyes family lived, the news struck like thunder.Daniel remembered the wailing. It rolled through the neighborhood like a tide—women clutching rosaries, old men lowering their heads, children clinging to their mothers’ skirts. It wasn’t just pity, though there was plenty of that. It was grief and communal.Because Manuel had been more than a worker. He had been the heart of their street.Neighbors remembered how he rose before dawn, walking past every house with his lunch tin, nodding to anyone awake. He was poor, yes, but he never let bitterness poison him. He greeted everyone—whether wealthy stranger or barefoot child—with the same sweet smile.He never cheated, never stole. In a city where hunger ofte