Lahat ng Kabanata ng The CEO'S Forgotten Promise : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Sara Michaels “You’re going to be the death of me, baby,” Kingsley groaned, his chest still heaving as he looked down at Sara. She smiled up at him, her lips shiny, and slowly reached up to untie the silk neck ties from his wrists. Once his hands were free, Kingsley immediately flipped their positions with raw strength. He pulled her up and spun her around so she was on her hands and knees on the bed. “Get on all fours,” he ordered, his deep voice thick with lust. Sara obeyed, arching her back and pushing her ass toward him. She had not bothered to look at the time, as the curtains could not even give a clue on what time it was....But the red lights that lit the room made her feel this was their little safe heaven, their pound town.. A place she could be awkward, fuck him and still be completely his without no judgement.She constantly took in small breathes, trying to calm her horny body down...Was this how other women felt?Was this what she was missing? A true kind of love w

Sara Michaels“Good morning, beautiful,” Kingsley said softly, his deep voice warm as he leaned over Sara in bed the next morning.Sunlight streamed through the large windows of the penthouse, casting a gentle golden glow across the sheets. He had already opened the curtains, so that she'd feel the beautiful morning light.Sara stirred slowly, blinking up at him with sleepy blue eyes. Kingsley was already dressed in a casual button...down shirt, looking effortlessly handsome as he smiled down at her.Sara stretched lazily, a small, content smile forming on her lips. “Morning… Did you sleep well?”Kingsley brushed a strand of blonde hair from her face, his touch tender. “Better than I have in a long time. Waking up next to you makes everything feel right.”He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then her lips slowly and sweet. Sara hummed happily into the kiss, her hand reaching up to rest on his chest.“You’re spoiling me already,” she murmured, her voice still soft w

Sara Michaels“Grandma, we should go get ready for the gala,” Kingsley said gently, standing up from the table with a warm smile. “We don’t want to be late.”Eleanor nodded, her eyes twinkling with affection. “Of course, dear. I’ll head back to my wing and get ready too. I’ll see you both this evening. Make sure you take good care of her, Kingsley.”Sara stood as well, offering Eleanor a small, grateful smile. “Thank you again for everything today. I had a lovely time talking with you.”Eleanor reached out and gave Sara’s hand a gentle squeeze. “The pleasure was mine, dear. Enjoy getting ready. You’re going to look beautiful tonight.”As Eleanor headed toward her own wing of the mansion, Kingsley took Sara’s hand and led her down the hallway. He pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist as they walked, his fingers gently caressing her side in a comforting, affectionate way.“You were wonderful with her,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “She already adores you

Tom McCarthy“I’m getting her back tonight,” Tom muttered to himself, gripping the steering wheel tightly as his sleek black designer car moved through the glittering New York traffic toward the Salvatore Conference Hall.He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, looking every bit the powerful CEO he once was. With his crashing app and shrinking business, winning Sara and working with her was the only way to get his dignity back as a man. Or so he thought.On the passenger seat beside him sat an enormous bouquet of white roses ... Sara’s favorite ...wrapped in expensive silver paper with a silk ribbon....Or so he thought... He had spent a small fortune on them, convinced that the grand gesture would remind her of what they once had.“She’ll see me and remember,“ he thought, his mind racing with desperate hope and regret. “She’ll remember the good times, the promises, the way I used to make her laugh. Kingsley is just a phase. A rebound. I was her husband. I can fix this. I

Sara Michaels"Breathe Sara, smile and focus..." Sara thought, gently reminding herself of her new position.The interior grand doors of the Salvatore Conference Hall opened, and the moment Sara and Kingsley stepped inside, all eyes turned toward them.From the paparazzi and media, they approached their fellow elites, VIPs and all other important people in the world.The elegant ballroom was already filled with New York’s businessmen, socialites, and influential figures dressed in designer gowns and tailored tuxedos. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, and soft classical music played in the background. But the moment the couple appeared, the murmur of conversation quieted, and the attention shifted entirely to them.Sara walked beside Kingsley with calm, collected grace. Her cream-white gown shimmered under the lights, the daring slit revealing a flash of her leg with every elegant step. She kept her chin lifted, her posture straight, and her expression was poised. Inside, her