All Chapters of My Possessive CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Gabriella stared out at the blur of traffic and glowing billboards, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Slowly, the streets began to change, and the city's skyscrapers were replaced with brownstones and low-rise modern buildings. Trees lined the avenues, forming canopies over them, and the constant roar of traffic was replaced by a quiet hum of a serene suburban neighborhood.The car slowed as they made a turn into a street with massively grand houses protected by tall iron gates. Each one more breathtaking than the last.Gabriella gazed in awe at the incredible homes. She didn’t know neighborhoods like this even existed in the city.“Where are we?” she looked to Alexander and asked.“Riverdale,” he responded casually.The peace and quiet were a relief from the constant hustle and bustle of the city, and even the air seemed cleaner.The car came to a halt in front of a tall black gate that began to open slowly in grand style, revealing Alexander’s home.The driveway was wide, paved wi

Gabriella barely slept. Tonight, she would meet the parents of the man she was pretending to be in love with. She knew deep within her that this wasn’t going to be any ordinary dinner.She had dressed carefully, choosing something professional but subtle, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to herself at the office. But it wasn’t just the office she was worried about. It was the family dinner, the gala, and everything beyond it. They all weighed heavily on her heart.After getting ready for work, she grabbed her things and went downstairs, where she found Alexander already waiting for her.“Good morning,” She said“Morning. Let’s get going,” he responded dryly and walked out of the house.The ride to work was awfully quiet, and Gabriella sat stiffly in the passenger seat as the city rolled past outside. Alexander had given the driver the day off and decided to drive them to work himself. His hands held the steering wheel lazily as he expertly maneuvered through the streets.“What

The deafening silence stretched, feeling the air with thick tension. Gabriella stood frozen, her eyes fixed on Alexander, her chest rising and falling unevenly as she waited painfully. For what? She wasn’t even sure.Mr. Kingston shook his head disapprovingly. “Unbelievable,” he muttered. “You’ve lost focus completely.”Gabriella’s fingers dug into her palms as she forced herself not to react.“Can you believe this?” he said, turning sharply to his wife.Mrs. Kingston shifted uncomfortably in her seat.“Mathew, please…”“No,” he snapped. “This is not how I raised him. He is busy fraternizing with his employee in the middle of a corporate crisis.”Alexander remained seated, his expression unreadable and posture rigid. But Gabriella noticed a slight tightening of his jaw.Dennis’ gaze shifted between Alexander and Gabriella. He exhaled slowly before rising to his feet, clearly tired of watching the situation spiral.“Alright,” he said calmly, “I think you’re being too harsh. If Alexand

Morning came too quickly, and unfortunately for Gabriella, it was a weekend. She stared at the ceiling, her eyes heavy but wide open. Sleep had come in small fragments, filled with echoes of last night. The dinner, the insults, the argument… and Alexander’s silence.Her chest tightened at the memory. Was he really that cruel to have no sympathy at all after what she faced at the hands of his father?She turned onto her side and buried her face in the pillow, wishing she could bury the bitter feeling that sat in the pit of her stomach as well.She didn’t have to go to the office today, which meant she would be cooped up in the house with Alexander. No distractions, no escape, and she was already dreading it.With a tired sigh, she pushed the covers off and sat up, deciding to get started with her morning routine. One thing she knew was that she wasn't going to be leaving her room today. She didn't want to see him. Not yet.Getting out of bed, Gabriella went to the bathroom and took a

Sunday morning dragged on slowly. Gabriella woke up with the weight of Alexander’s words still wrapped tightly around her chest.‘Then I start making decisions for you.’Those words had followed her into her dreams and taunted her all through the night. Even now, as she stared up at the ceiling, it lingered like a quiet threat pressing down on her.After a moment, she forced herself out of bed. Staying locked in her room again would be childish, and the last thing she wanted was to give Alexander more reasons to treat her like a child.Gabriella moved through her morning routine deliberately. She brushed her teeth, showered, and got dressed in light blue jeans and a purple tank top. She needed to feel like she still had some kind of say over her life, even though everything else felt like it was slipping.When she finally stepped out into the hallway, she paused and listened carefully. The house was silent. Her brows furrowed slightly before she made her way downstairs. Her steps were