บททั้งหมดของ TRAPPED BY MR CEO TO BE HIS FIANCÉE : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

EMILYI sat in the sitting room staring at the door like it was going to give me answers. The television was on but muted. The ticking of the wall clock sounded louder than usual, almost mocking my impatience. I checked the time again. 11:10 pm.Where on earth was Cathy.The sound of the door unlocking finally came and I straightened immediately. She stepped in slowly, closed the door behind her, and dragged herself toward the couch like someone who had just run a marathon. She did not even look at me before dropping her bag and falling into the cushions."What took you so long",I asked.She did not answer immediately. She just leaned back and closed her eyes for a second."How was it. Did he agree to cut it off", I pressed.She shook her head without opening her eyes."No"I frowned. Wait. "If he did not agree then what took you so long",I asked again.She opened one eye and looked at me in a way that told me to relax."At least let me speak",she said.I quickly moved closer and sat

SOFIAI stepped into the board meeting hall and immediately felt the weight of a hundred eyes on me. The room was larger than I imagined, polished floors shining under bright lights, long table stretching almost endlessly with investors seated on both sides. This was the biggest business meeting I had ever attended and I would be lying if I said I was not nervous.I was terrified.The men seated around that table had rigid expressions. Sharp ones. The kind of faces that looked like they had crushed dreams before breakfast. Some of them barely glanced at me while others stared openly, as if measuring whether I was worth their time.Before walking to my seat, I whispered a small prayer under my breath. I needed it.I adjusted my suit jacket and sat down carefully. The trousers fit perfectly, the tailoring sharp and clean. Under different circumstances I would have admired myself in the mirror for much longer. I might have even fantasized about owning rooms like this effortlessly.But th

SARAHI woke up slowly, the kind of waking that feels heavy at first and then softens when you realize you are not rushing anywhere. I reached for my phone on the bedside table and squinted at the screen. It was already 12 pm. For a second I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to gather my thoughts.I actually felt rested. My body did not ache the way it had the previous night. My head felt clearer. For the first time since everything happened with Mum, I felt a tiny bit whole again. Not happy, not calm, just not completely shattered.I pushed the duvet off and slipped out of bed. The floor felt cool under my feet as I walked to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and let the water run over me longer than usual. The warmth helped loosen the tightness in my shoulders. I closed my eyes and tried not to think too much. Tried not to imagine where Mum could be or what she might be going through.After my bath, I brushed my teeth slowly, staring at my reflection in the mirror. M

SARAHI tried to steady my breathing, but it felt impossible. The air around me seemed too thick, too heavy to pull into my lungs. Nothing made sense anymore. Nothing. The woman I knew as Mum had a whole family. A history. A life that had nothing to do with the quiet countryside story she fed me for years.She was never from the countryside. She did not run there because she loved the peace or needed a fresh start. She fled. That was the word they used. Fled. Like someone running from something dangerous. Or someone hiding.My head throbbed.What was all this? These stories, these revelations, these pieces of truth thrown at me like they expected me to catch them and understand immediately. It was too much. I felt weak, and I hated that feeling. I hated not understanding. I hated being the only one in the room who looked lost while everyone else seemed to know exactly what was going on.One minute she was Aunt Stella. The woman who found me, saved me, raised me. The next minute she w

BRYANI did not usually take people out. Not without a reason tied to business or strategy. Every meeting had a purpose. Every dinner meant negotiation. Every outing came with an agenda. That was how I operated. But tonight the mansion felt suffocating. The walls seemed closer than usual, the corridors heavier with whispers that never fully reached my ears. Even the silence there carried pressure. After everything that had happened, I needed air. And for reasons I did not care to analyze too deeply, I wanted her there too.So I told her to get ready.Just be ready.When she stepped out of the house, I kept my expression neutral. I had mastered that years ago. Calm. Unreadable. Slightly distant. It was easier that way.She looked good.I did not say it. I simply opened the car door for her and waited until she got in before closing it gently."Where are we going?" she asked, suspicion flickering in her eyes."You'll see," I replied, walking around to the driver's side.She huffed qui