All Chapters of The C.E.O's Weakness : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

He carried me to his bedroom. Just like he always did — one swift motion and my feet were swept off the ground, dangling uselessly in the air as I lay across his broad shoulder. I didn’t protest. He would always have his way. It made no sense to push against it every single time when I already knew exactly how it would end.When we got to his room, he dropped me onto the bed. He was still as rash and rough as the first day we had sex. His hands showed no mercy, and neither did his lips.He took off his shirt, revealing that masculine, well-built torso. I can’t wait for the day I finally get numb to this feeling. The hot, intense rush that stiffened my dick every time I saw his body. I liked hairy men. They made me weak in the knees. And I hated that he had exactly that — dark hair trailing from his chest down to his waistband. He was well into his thirties, giving his muscles that certain mature tone only older men seemed to possess.“Take it in your mouth like a good boy, will ya?” h

My feet felt unusually cold, like they had been dipped into a bag of ice. I woke up with a violent sneeze, my body shivering uncontrollably like a cat that had been soaked in freezing water. I managed to sit up, pushing the heavy curtains aside. The window glass was hazy, covered in thick dew and frost. I wiped a small circle with my palm. The city had vanished beneath sheets of white. Snow piled high against the windows. The roads were completely buried. Visibility was almost zero. Oh, this is bad. I heard my bedroom door creak open. Of course, it was Kai. Even though the temperature outside was below zero, he walked in wearing just a singlet and a pair of casual pants that weren’t even wool. Meanwhile, I was buried under multiple layers of fabric from last night when the temperature kept dropping. “You’re staring,” he said. Maybe that was his version of good morning. “It’s snowing,” I replied, astonishment clear in my voice. I was genuinely surprised by how sudden and heavy i

Kai's Pov:The jewelries were made in the States, but the gold came in large compressed blocks from Africa. It was almost a third of the price we’d pay from local mining sites or China. The cost of excavation was practically zero. Poor, hungry people didn’t know what they were standing on. All they knew was that shiny yellowish rocks buried deep underground could buy them a meal for the day. Men, women, and children worked with their bare hands, often falling sick from lead poisoning and dying slow, painful deaths.It had become a thriving market: underpaid, overworked artisinal miners on one side, and European and Chinese companies buying at criminally cheap prices on the other. It was slavery wearing a business suit. But we bought from them. Because that’s what everyone did. Giant business tycoons didn’t care about morality. They cared about maximizing profit.And I was one of them.Kai Voss — heir to the richest and most powerful family in the

The morning light flashed through the blinds, forcing me to squint as my eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden brightness. Soft rays of sunlight scattered across the curtains, sending gentle flashes into the room. Outside, I could hear the cheerful chirping and whistling of birds. One landed briefly on the windowsill, flapping its wings before flying away.There was a certain calm to the suburbs that the city could never match. It was in the way the breeze moved — slow, deliberate, like it knew exactly where it was going. The cold air soaked gently into my socks. I sat up, drawing my legs to my chest, trying to trap whatever warmth remained from the thick blankets.The door creaked open. Othello walked in, looking… happy. Really happy.When I had returned last night, he was already smiling. I was genuinely glad to see him again — more than I expected to be. But that wasn’t the only reason for his joy. He had been happy even before I arrived. During dinner, he kept smiling at nothing

I stood frozen on the sidewalk long after the red Mini Cooper disappeared down the road, white exhaust still lingering in the cold air. Replacement. New installment. Enjoy the thrill while it lasts. The stranger’s mocking words kept echoing in my head like a bad song I couldn’t turn off. Who the hell was he? How did he know about me? And why did the thought of being “replaceable” sting so much?My phone was still ringing.Kai.I answered before I could overthink it.“Hello?”There was a short pause on the other end.“You sound off,” Kai said immediately, voice low and sharp. “What happened?”I hesitated, gripping the phone tighter. The stranger’s pitying smile flashed in my mind again.“Nothing. Just… ran into someone weird outside Othello’s place,” I muttered.“Someone weird,” Kai repeated. His tone shifted — darker, more dangerous. “Who?”“I don’t know. Some blonde guy with long hair. He said I was his ‘replacement’ and that I should enjoy the thrill while it lasts. He seemed to kno