All Chapters of THE CEO’S RUTHLESS COMMITMENT (hidden obsession): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Layla's POVMy eyes were tired, so was my body and mind. The office light burned harsh against me as I pushed Julian's office door open.I had stayed back to help Julian with the last batch of reports. He insisted he couldn't do them alone.I was already rehearsing my teasing lines to use on him for making me work myself out.My steps died in my tracks as I saw them.Julian's lips was locked to a woman. The files I carried fell out of my hands as I sighted him bent over the mahogany desk. The woman was first to break the kiss, she gave a sharp smirk as she brushed the glossy curls over her shoulder then she said, "your ex Mrs is here."The face clicked instantly. I knew I've seen that face. Who hasn't?It was Chloe Carter, the managing director's daughter. The one woman whose major duty was floating through the building like it's hers.Julian's hand didn't leave her body for one moment, it stayed lingering around her waist and he barely spared me one complete look that was not gle

Viktor left me staring at the contract. My fingers were too frozen to flip past the first page.What would ‘the’ Viktor Douglas want from a girl like me? A girl without anything tied to her name?The conflicting thought lingered a while until I decided to steer to the brighter side. It was promising and clearly the only thing I could do at the moment. If anything, he didn't seem as cruel as the papers painted him. What's the worst that could happen?But I knew better than judging a man's character by a few displays of respect in a single evening yet it didn’t seem like I had another choice now.I decided I needed to hear a third voice, maybe to hear something convincing. So I dialed Naomi.The moment my best friend's voice came through, my composure cracked.Layla.. you're not calling to cry about that slimeball of a husband right?Relax Naomi... it's not Julian. It's something else.Better. So what now? Did Chloe fall down a flight of stairs?That cracked me up real good. So good t

Slowly, Victor became a mighty force of nature in my life. Each passing day he swept in line a storm I didn't know I needed.He spared no expense: Vacation in sun-drenched cities, quiet romantic nights in the penthouse suites. Roof top views at night, overlooking the glittering skyline , profound intimate moments that put the world to a pause Each time he closed in.One day during our intimate hours I said to him, It almost feels like the world stopped when you came into my life... you make everything so easy. You hear me even when I don't speak, you just know what to do and when ... and how. How do you do it?I saw his eyes soften as a new born. A beautiful warmth swept across his usual intensity. Because I pay attention. I notice the things that matter. I pay attention to people who matter to me. What are those things you have noticed from attention?I raised my eyebrow, asking teasingly.Your favourite food for instance." He said with a brief pause then he leaned closer and continu

Layla’S POVI looked at Viktor and his eyes were as soft as silk. His entire face looked transformed. There was no single trace of anger or sharp edges of the man who frightened me the previous night.I saw remorse. A one that showed off his boyishness. For a moment, I wondered what exactly he was apologising for.He stepped forward to me. "Layla, baby," he slid his hands into mine and guided me into the room from the doorway like I was too fragile to do it myself.He pushed the chair slowly and ushered me in. "I promise you today, I'll never raise my voice ever at you again.I heard my heart quivering. I lost my resolve under the tenderness of his voice. Every piece of anger in me went away like that.Then I whispered,"Viktor..." struggling to finish my thoughts.He pressed a kiss on my forehead.Sweetness took over the remaining part of the night. Soft laughter and many whispered apologies followed. Viktor held me as though I was his anchor in a storm and just like that, the memo

The salt from the sea still clung to my hair when Viktor’s phone buzzed against the glass table. We had just returned from the beach, our skin warm from the sun, sand still clinging to my ankles. I reached for the water pitcher, smiling at the memory of Viktor pulling me into the waves earlier, when his tone dropped like the sky before a storm.He answered the call smoothly at first, all business like charm. “Douglas,” he said, his voice steady, but his jaw tightened.I tilted my head, my glass half-raised. “Who is it?” I whispered, curiosity crawling through my chest.He didn’t answer. His eyes darkened as whoever was on the other side spoke. I couldn’t hear a thing, but the way Viktor’s shoulders stiffened, the way his lips pressed into a hard line, made my stomach twist.Finally, he exhaled sharp through his nose and muttered, “Yes. Understood. I’ll be there.”The phone clicked shut, and silence filled the room. He stood still, staring out past the balcony, where the horizon burned