All Chapters of The CEO'S dirty little secret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway flickered, casting a sickly yellow hue over the linoleum floors. Isabella stood by her mother’s bed, still wearing her cleaning uniform, though the "Sterling Global" logo now felt like a brand on her skin. She had spent the last eight hours scrubbing floors, but her mind was stuck in the executive lobby—stuck on the way Alexander Sterling’s hand had felt on her shoulder, a brief, electrifying weight that promised protection.Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was a text from Mama G.Mama G: You’re booked for 8 PM. Private pick-up. This is a VVIP, Isabella. One of the richest men in the country. Do not be late. Dress to kill. If he’s happy, your mother’s bills for the month disappear in one night. Don't mess this up.Isabella stared at the screen and let out a long, weary sigh. She rolled her eyes, her lips twisting into a bitter mimicry of Mama G’s raspy voice. "This is one of our best customers, Isabella. Don’t be late. Don’t m

The Christmas season in the city was a tapestry of twinkling lights and cold, biting winds, but for Isabella, it felt like the first time she could finally breathe. The air in her small apartment no longer felt heavy with the scent of desperation.Her mother was home.The heart surgery had been a success, a miracle bought with the price of Isabella’s dignity and a stack of bills left on a mahogany nightstand. Between the generous "tip" from the mysterious man in the Rolls Royce, her earnings from Mama G, and her meager paycheck from the Sterling firm, Isabella had cleared the debt. Watching her mother rest in their own living room—pale but breathing steadily—was a balm to Isabella’s fractured soul.The Sterling firm had officially closed most departments for the holidays, and Isabella was on a much-needed leave. She spent her days hovering over her mother like a guardian angel, brewing tea and fluffing pillows. In those quiet moments, the red silk dress and the dark hotel rooms felt l

The cool evening air outside the Sterling Estate was filled with the roar of luxury engines as the gala guests prepared for the transition to Genesis 11. But in the midst of the glittering chaos, Isabella felt a sudden, sharp tug of reality. The high heels, the silk dress, the champagne—it all felt like a borrowed life she wasn't meant to keep."I can't go," Isabella said, her voice small but firm as she turned to Robert Kobus. "I need to go home. My mother is alone, and I’ve been away for too many hours."Jessica, who was standing close enough to eavesdrop, let out a superficial sigh. "Oh, she’s absolutely right. You must rush home to your sick mother, Isabella. Duty calls, doesn't it?" Her eyes gleamed with the hope of getting the "cleaning lady" out of the sight of the men she wanted to impress.But Kobus wasn't ready to let go of the vision in red. He took Isabella’s hands, his expression pleading. "Isabella, please. The night is just beginning. Genesis is the most exclusive club

​The year was exhaling its final breaths, making way for a January that promised to change everything. The Sterling mansion, a sprawling estate that usually felt like a cold museum of success, was suddenly transformed. It was full, warm, and vibrating with the rare music of family laughter. Alexander stood on the grand mezzanine, watching the chaos below.​In the kitchen, his two younger sisters were a whirlwind of silk and flour. Seraphina, the eldest of the twins, possessed a delicate, ethereal beauty with silver-blonde hair that she wore in a crown of braids. Beside her, Evangeline was her dark-haired counterpart, with soulful brown eyes and a fiery spirit. They were arguing playfully over the seasoning of the roast, their voices rising like birdsong. The house smelled of pine needles, expensive cinnamon, and the deep, savory aroma of a feast in the making. For the first time in years, Alexander felt a profound sense of peace. He was home, and he held a secret that made his heart b

​The air in the Sterling mansion was thick with the scent of pine and impending ruin. In the dim, amber glow of the lounge, the trap Liam had set was snapping shut with lethal precision. The drug—a fast-acting, disinhibiting sedative—had fully taken hold of Jessica. Her usual mask of icy perfection had melted away, replaced by a reckless, glazed-eyed hunger.​Liam sat back on the couch, unbuttoning his shirt with a calculated slowness. Jessica didn't wait. She crawled onto his lap, her movements fluid and desperate, and began kissing him with a passion that was as much about spite for Alexander as it was about the chemicals in her blood.​High on the landing, Seraphina stood frozen in the shadows. She had come down for a glass of water, but the scene below made her breath hitch. She watched as her brother Liam leaned into the kiss, his eyes cold and focused even as Jessica’s hands wandered. Seraphina didn't intervene. She understood the silent wars of the Sterling household better tha