All Chapters of TRAPPED BY MR CEO TO BE HIS FIANCÉE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CALII almost lost my balance on the stairs when our eyes collided.For a split second, the world tilted, and I had to grip the railing to steady myself. Even Steve looked just as shocked-his brows furrowed, his lips parting slightly as though he couldn't believe I was standing there. It had been years since we last saw each other, years filled with silence, loss, and unanswered questions. Seeing him again stirred emotions I thought time had erased.But it hadn't.Nothing had prepared me for this moment.With everything unfolding so quickly, Bryan's reaction caught me completely off guard. His face was unreadable-cold, controlled, dangerously calm. If not for the charged atmosphere pressing down on all of us, I might have laughed at how rigid he looked. But this wasn't funny. Not at all.After what felt like forever, Bryan finally broke the silence."What the fuck is happening here?"The words sounded almost amused, but the tension beneath them was unmistakable. No one answered. The t

STEVEI stormed into the car as Hindley rushed behind me. I almost left him there. I waited just long enough for him to get in, then zoomed off immediately. I poured my aggression into the steering wheel until Hindley yelled at me to stop. I halted instantly, obeying him like he was my elder or something, and I hated how it made me feel."Hey man, what's wrong with you? Do you have a death wish? Because I'm not ready to die yet-I still have a lot of girls to be with," Hindley said. I rolled my eyes and stayed quiet, giving him a can I go now? look. Instead, he turned to face me properly, like he was curious about something."Wait, man. How close were you and Bryan's babe that your face went all angry when he introduced her as his girlfriend?" he asked.I cut him off immediately."She's not his girlfriend, okay?" I snapped.Hindley gave me a questioning look."What do you mean? Have you guys kept in touch since your high school days?" he asked.I clenched my fist at the mention of hi

CALIAfter breakfast, I picked up my handbag and stepped out of the house without looking back. The door shut behind me with a dull thud that felt louder than it should have. That heartless man-he couldn't even offer me a ride. Not even a simple, "I'm heading out, do you want to come along?" Nothing. If I ended up late today, it would be entirely on him, and somehow, I knew he wouldn't care.As I walked down the street, my irritation grew heavier with every step. I really should stop relying on people like that. Depending on anyone had a way of leaving you stranded when you needed them the most. One of these days, I was sure I'd cry so hard over it all-over the disappointment, over the silence, over realizing too late that I had expected too much.I hailed a car after a few minutes, muttering a quiet prayer as I checked the time on my phone. Thankfully, traffic wasn't as cruel as it usually was. When the car finally pulled up in front of the office building and I stepped down, relief

CALII stood transfixed, unsure of what to do. For a moment, my feet felt glued to the floor, my mind spinning in circles as I weighed every possible step—what to take and what to avoid. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore, not even my own instincts. I couldn’t let my emotions get the best of me right now. I had already had enough for one day, enough confusion, enough embarrassment, enough silent battles I had fought alone. I had come a long way just to avoid making mistakes or errors, and the last thing I wanted was to ruin everything now by acting on stupid. I guess Bryan noticed my confusion because he walked up to me without hesitation and held my hands. His touch was firm, grounding, almost deliberate, as though he was trying to anchor me back to reality. For a second, my heart skipped—not out of excitement, but surprise. Why all this act. Okay I forgot Steve must see is as lovey-dovey as possible. At first, I saw a look of disappointment flash across Steve’s face. It was brief

BRYANThankfully, Cali got to the hospital on time. She was admitted into the VVIP ward. My personal doctor, Doctor Martins, was already there waiting. He attended to her immediately. I didn't hear every single word he said, but the important part stuck with me-she was overstressed, worn out both physically and mentally, and she needed time. Real time. Time to rest, time to heal properly, time away from whatever had driven her body to give up on her like that.I stood there with my hands in my pockets, nodding when necessary, pretending I was unaffected. But the truth was, my chest felt heavy. If not for her stubborn self, she wouldn't have ended up in this situation. Of course, I wasn't wicked. I wasn't heartless. I just didn't like stubborn girls. I never had. They were exhausting, unpredictable, always pushing themselves past their limits and dragging everyone else along with them. I couldn't keep up with people like that, and I had never planned to.Minutes later stretched into wh