All Chapters of TRAPPED BY MR CEO TO BE HIS FIANCÉE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SARAHI did not tell anyone what I saw that day. The truth was I could not escape the images in my head.No matter how much I tried to distract myself, they kept coming back. The look on his face. The way everything fell apart in seconds. It played over and over again until I felt sick from remembering.I would lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling, blinking hard as if that would erase it. I tried breathing slowly, counting in and out the way people say helps calm anxiety. But the more I focused on my breathing, the more I felt the tightness in my chest.Ben noticed before I said anything.That afternoon he walked into the sitting room wearing a simple white shirt and dark trousers. Nothing expensive. Nothing flashy. But somehow he still looked good. Clean. Comfortable in his own skin. The kind of person who does not look like life ever rattles him.He stopped in front of me and studied my face. "What is wrong with you?" he asked casually, tossing a small sweet into his mouth.I fro

EMILYI sat quietly in the middle of the small gathering, my hands resting on my lap, trying to look calm even though nothing about the room felt calm. It was the kind of silence that pressed against your skin. Catherine sat across from me, her back straight, her chin slightly lifted. She kept staring at the man in the white suit like she knew something the rest of us did not. Every now and then her jaw tightened, but she said nothing. That only made everything worse.For the first time in my life, I felt completely shut out of my father's world. I had never cared much about his business. It was always something that happened behind closed doors, in low voices, with men who wore expensive suits and colder expressions. But sitting there that evening, watching the tension build, I hated not knowing. I hated feeling like a child in my own house.The room was cold, though I could not tell if it was the air or the atmosphere. Dad looked composed on the outside, but I knew him well enough t

SARAHThe next morning I woke up earlier than I usually did. I barely slept the night before, so it did not feel like waking up from proper rest. It felt more like I had been waiting for morning to finally arrive. My mind had been too busy replaying everything that happened, thinking about the palace, the prince, and the strange new life waiting for me.I got out of bed quietly and began cleaning the house. I swept the floor, arranged the little things on the shelves, and wiped down surfaces that were already clean. I did not know why I was doing so much. Maybe I just needed something to steady my thoughts. Aunt watched me for a while before joining in. Neither of us said much. There was a silent understanding between us that today was big.After we finished, we packed the last of our things and left for the palace. Our luggage looked small and worn compared to the grand gates we arrived at. I suddenly became very aware of how old our bags were. The handles were slightly faded and one

SARAHI came down with the prince and we entered the mall together. The moment the glass doors slid open, cool air rushed against my face and I had to blink twice. The place was huge and bright, filled with shiny floors that reflected the lights above. People were walking confidently from one store to another like they belonged there. I stayed close to him, afraid of getting lost or doing something that would make everyone turn and stare at me.He led me straight to the female section of one of the biggest stores. The moment we stepped in, my breath caught in my throat. Clothes were everywhere. Racks upon racks arranged neatly, dresses in colors I had never even thought of wearing, fabrics that looked too soft to touch. For a few seconds I just stood there, completely frozen. I could not even choose. In fact, the sight before me made me uneasy. It was too much. Too many options, too much beauty, too much money hanging quietly on hangers.Then my eyes fell on the price tags.My heart a

CEASERWhen I got to the penthouse, the first thing I noticed was the silence. It was too calm, too still, like the air itself was holding its breath. Luca was seated on one of the leather chairs, but the moment he saw me step in, he stood up quickly."Boss," he greeted.I did not respond immediately. My eyes scanned the room slowly. The glass table. The bar shelf. The hallway leading to the rooms. No sign of Bryan. Nothing that suggested a body had been delivered. Nothing that told me the job was done.So he failed again.I walked further into the living area and lowered myself onto the couch. The leather creaked softly under my weight. Without a word, I reached into my pocket, brought out a cigarette, and lit it. The flame flickered briefly before I took a long drag. The smoke filled my lungs and I released it slowly, watching it curl into the air."Luca," I said calmly, not bothering to look up at him. "Where is the body I asked for?"There was a slight pause. I could hear him swal