All Chapters of The CEO'S dirty little secret : Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

The ride back from the spa was a sharp contrast to the luxury of the treatments they had just received. Outside, the world was preparing for the final sunset of the year, but inside the car, the air was heavy with unspoken dread. Alexander sat behind the wheel, his eyes flicking occasionally to the rearview mirror, while Shante tried to maintain her usual bubbly chatter from the backseat.Isabella, however, was miles away. Her gaze was fixed on the blurred greenery of the estate outskirts, but all she could see was the face of the girl from the parking lot. The words replayed in her mind like a broken record, a haunting melody that she couldn't silence: "Mama G is looking for you like crazy... you need to come back to the game."The threat felt like a physical weight on her chest. Mama G wasn’t just a boss; she was a woman who viewed her "girls" as assets, and Isabella was her most valuable one. She won't rest till she finds you, Isabella thought, her hands instinctively clutching her

The silence of the villa was broken only by the rhythmic, heavy thud of Isabella’s heart against her ribs. Mama G stood in the doorway, a dark silhouette against the perfection of the afternoon. Her smile was a jagged thing, cold and devoid of the false maternal warmth she used to offer her "girls."​"What do you want here?" Isabella asked, her voice trembling despite her attempts to sound brave. She stood her ground, her hand resting protectively over the heavy swell of her stomach.​Mama G chuckled, a low, gravelly sound. "I want you, Isabella. You belong to me. Did you forget our contract? Or did the silk sheets make you lose your memory?"​"I don't belong to you," Isabella snapped, her eyes flashing with a sudden, desperate fire. "I am a wife. I am a mother. And I know enough about your operation—the girls you sell, the laws you break—to end your ‘illegal nonsense’ in a single phone call."​Mama G’s eyes narrowed into slits. "Oh, you’re brave now? I like it. But Isabella, I’m not