All Chapters of The Ceo's possession: claiming his chaos: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Ariana woke abruptly to a silence so deep it felt like a vault. The guest suite was massive, all white leather, cold marble, and floor-to-ceiling glass that offered a dizzying, contemptuous view of Manhattan. She bolted upright. Her body ached, but the memory of Simon’s betrayal and the alley terror was worse. She wasn't wearing her ruined dress; she was in soft silk pajamas that smelled impossibly clean and expensive. The door clicked open, and Lucas Hill entered. He didn't walk; he commanded the space, making the huge room feel instantly smaller. He was in dark, tailored chinos and a crisp white shirt that emphasized the sheer, controlled power of his build. He carried a silver tray—coffee and a bowl of fresh berries—and the simple, domestic gesture felt bizarrely intimate coming from a man who looked like he belonged on a throne. “You’re awake,” he stated, his voice flat. “Take the coffee. You have a meeting in forty minutes.” “Don’t you dare tell me what to do!” Ariana snappe

Ariana’s phone went black the moment the study door slammed open. The sound cracked through the room like a gunshot.Lucas stood framed in the doorway, chest rising and falling with barely contained fury. His usual composure—the infamous ice—was gone. What stared back at her was something sharper, primal.The forgotten pizza lay overturned on the floor outside. Inside, she faced a man who looked capable of tearing through the world for control.“Start explaining what you’re doing with classified information,” Lucas said, his voice low and razor-edged.Ariana didn’t flinch. She kept her phone raised, meeting rage with her own fire.“I was looking at your documents. Project Titan. You labeled me Strategic Collateral. Collateral has the right to know the size of the bomb you’re sitting it on.”He stalked toward her, every step radiating lethal control.“This is a breach of security. You’re going to regret this level of intrusion.”“And this is my family’s entire future!” she shot back. “

Ariana felt a spike of sharp, icy panic. This wasn’t protection—it was a deliberate, intimate punishment designed to break her down.“You’re insane,” she whispered, facing Lucas in the dimly lit study. “I’m not sleeping in your room. The contract guarantees separate quarters.”“The contract is irrelevant when my wife is actively sabotaging my security measures,” Lucas replied, his voice dangerously soft. He held the small, faded photograph of their past—the only weapon he truly had against her—and his grip tightened around it. “You’ve proven you can’t be trusted alone. You stay where I can watch you. You’re my wife now, and the master suite is your post.”He slipped the photograph into his pocket, a quiet, decisive move that felt like a blade sliding between her ribs. “Don’t worry. The room is large enough. We’ll be separate… in very close quarters.”He didn’t wait for her response. He simply strode out, fully expecting her to follow. With a strangled gasp of rage, Ariana snatched her