All Chapters of TRAPPED BY MR CEO TO BE HIS FIANCÉE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

ThomasI stood before the mirror longer than necessary, adjusting the cuffs of my silver suit with deliberate care. The fabric hugged my body perfectly tailored, expensive, flawless. I had chosen it for a reason. Tonight wasn’t just another corporate gathering or a meaningless public appearance. Smith Bryan was coming.Every detail mattered.I reached for my watch, fastening it slowly around my wrist. The face gleamed under the soft lighting of my room, catching reflections from the chandelier above. Rings followed subtle, tasteful, powerful. Nothing excessive, nothing careless. Everything about me had to speak of control, dominance, refinement.I had no intention of fading into the background.Smith Bryan had always had that infuriating ability to walk into a room and own it without trying. Attention clung to him naturally, as though the world itself bent in his favor. I hated that about him. I had hated it since high school.Back then, it had started as something trivial. Competing

BRYAN“What was that for?” she asked.Her voice trembled slightly, barely noticeable, but I caught it. I always did. It wasn’t fear exactly more like shock layered with confusion, the kind that comes when something happens too fast for the heart to keep up with the mind.“To show him that you’re mine,” I replied.My voice out lower than I intended, deliberate, steady. I didn’t soften it. I didn’t joke. I wanted her to hear the certainty in it, to understand that I hadn’t acted on impulse at least not entirely.For a moment, she didn’t respond. She just stared at me, her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words. The noise of the hall rushed back in around us voices, laughter, clinking glasses but it all felt distant, muted, like we were standing inside a bubble that hadn’t quite burst yet.Then the weight of the night finally crashed down on me.After what felt like an eternity, I realized I wanted to go home.Not just wanted needed.Nor

CALIHis words lingered in the air long after he spoke them.They weren’t loud. They weren’t dramatic. He didn’t raise his voice or lean in closer. That was what made them unsettling. He said them as if he were stating a fact—something already decided, something I was only just catching up to.For a moment, I couldn’t respond.I stood there, my heart racing, my thoughts scattered like papers knocked off a desk. Everything inside me felt tangled—fear, confusion, anger, something softer I didn’t want to acknowledge. I opened my mouth, then closed it again, unsure of what I was even supposed to say.The room felt smaller now.Not physically, but emotionally. Like the walls had shifted inward while I wasn’t paying attention. I became acutely aware of how close we still were, of how the silence between us carried more weight than any argument could.I broke eye contact first.My gaze dropped to the floor, my fingers curling against the fabric of my dress as if holding onto it could ground