All Chapters of TRAPPED BY MR CEO TO BE HIS FIANCÉE : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

118 Chapters

FINALLY BREAKING

CEASERI discharged Evelyn's friend, telling her I had seen the news and that we were already making moves. She looked at me with those swollen eyes, full of fear and hope at the same time. She had no idea. She was crying, shaking, blaming herself, not knowing that her mother was alive.So she was the daughter mum had been nurturing all this while.The girl mum spoke about. The one she helped. The one she followed to the city.Sarah.And she was standing right in front of me, broken, thinking her mother was gone.Evelyn asked me quietly if I could help get her friend's mum back. The way she looked at me, like I was capable of fixing anything, made my chest tighten. I agreed immediately.I knew she would be shocked when she got home.Soon we arrived at the house. The atmosphere inside felt heavy, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. We walked into the sitting room together.Everyone was there.Mum.Dad.Chris.Me.Evelyn.For a second Evelyn froze at the entrance. Her

SECRETS

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

THE COMEBACK

SARAHI woke up feeling tired, the kind of tired that sleep does not fix. The first thing I did was yawn, but even that felt heavy. My eyelids were sore and swollen from crying too much. When I tried to open my eyes fully, they burned. When I tried to close them again, they ached.I pushed myself up slowly and sat on my bed. Everything around me looked slightly blurred, like my room had not fully come into focus. My head felt light and my body felt weak. I tried to stand up but my legs refused to cooperate. They felt like they did not belong to me.So I just sat there.For a few seconds, I stared at nothing and let out a long sigh. My chest still felt tight from everything that had happened. Even though I had managed to fall asleep at some point, the worry had followed me into my dreams.A knock came at my door.Come in, I said softly.The door opened and Donald walked in."Good morning", I greeted.He gave a small nod in response.You could just stay at home today, he said.His voice

GRACEFUL ENTRANCE

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

HIS RETURN

BRYANAs I walked into the board meeting hall, the first thing that greeted me was silence. Every single face turned toward me at once. The shock on them was almost comical. Mouths slightly open. Eyes widened. Hands frozen halfway to their microphones.Danford looked the worst. The color drained from his face so fast it was almost fascinating. Just minutes ago he must have been confident, probably leaning back in his chair, certain he had won whatever game he thought he was playing. Now he looked like someone had snatched the ground from beneath him.Maybe he truly believed I was dead,cause he had already staked his investments on my disappearance. Either way, the sight of me walking in clearly ruined something for him.I did not rush. I walked in calmly, each step steady, measured. I let them look. Let them feel it. Let it sink in properly. My shoes echoed faintly against the polished floor as I approached the head of the table. Cali was not seated in my chair, and that alone should

THIRTY MISSED CALLS

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

TOO CLOSE TO BREATHE

CALIThe moment we returned from the meeting, I went straight to my room. I did not stop to talk to anyone. I did not even glance at the maids who greeted me softly as I passed. My body felt heavy, not just from standing but from everything that had happened. The tension, the silence, the way the air had shifted when he walked in. It all lingered in me.Once inside my room, I closed the door and leaned against it for a few seconds. I exhaled slowly. I had been holding myself together all day, standing tall beside him, acting composed, unreadable, professional. Now that I was alone, the weight of it settled on my shoulders.After a while, I pushed myself up and began removing my clothes. They suddenly felt too tight, too warm against my skin. I walked straight into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Cool water poured over me, washing away the stress clinging to my body. I tilted my head back and let it run through my hair, down my face, over my shoulders.It was the best bath I had

LIVING IN HER SHADOW

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

THE TRUTH

SARAHI was sitting on the couch in the living room, staring at nothing in particular, when Donald came back with a glass of water. I had not even noticed when he left. My head felt heavy, like it was filled with too many thoughts pressing against each other.He handed the glass to me without saying anything. I took it from him and gulped it down almost desperately. The cool water slid down my throat, but it did nothing to cool the ache in my chest."Mind to share?" he asked softly as he sat across from me.I nodded slowly. Why would I not share? Keeping everything inside felt worse. Maybe if I said it out loud, it would hurt less. Maybe hearing my own voice explain it would make it more real, more understandable.But as I opened my mouth to speak, another memory flashed in my mind.The day I told her about the scholarship.I could still see her face clearly. The way her eyes lit up when I said we would be relocating to the city. She had laughed so freely, so excitedly, almost like a

UNSPOKEN LINES

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

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