All Chapters of The C.E.O's Weakness : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The death of Jobes Baker had detonated across every platform by sunrise. International news outlets ran it as the lead story. Blogs, podcasts, cable channels, and social media feeds all circled the same damning detail: Baker had last been seen entering the Voss-owned headquarters in New York. The very building where I had sat across from him in my office only days earlier.The timing was surgical. Someone inside the family—or close enough to pull strings—had orchestrated this perfectly. My name wasn’t printed in bold yet, but the implication hung over every broadcast like a blade. Voss heir questioned in connection with suspicious death. They didn’t need proof. They only needed the narrative to sell.By mid-morning the street below the penthouse had become a media siege. Dozens of reporters, camera crews, and photographers pressed against the barriers, microphones raised like weapons. They shouted questions at every shadow that passed a window, desperate to be the first to capture a r

The door had barely clicked shut behind Asher when Luka sauntered in like he still had every right to be here.I saw red instantly.“I see you’ve gotten yourself a new pet,” Luka purred, his eyes flicking toward the door Asher had just disappeared through. “He’s quite a pretty one, I must say. When does he bore you?”My jaw ticked so hard I thought it might crack. The memory of Asher on his knees for me just minutes ago — the way he had looked at me with those wounded eyes — burned behind my eyelids.“What the fuck are you doing here, Luka?”“Oh, me?” He smiled that same maddening smile and began circling me slowly, like a predator who knew he was safe. His fingers brushed my chest, trailing down my arm in a way that used to set me on fire. Now it only made my skin crawl. “Just an old friend paying you a visit. Swear you didn’t miss me, Kai?”I stayed stiff, every muscle locked tight, boiling with rage I could barely contain.“We were perfect together,” Luka whispered, leaning in clos

*****************Matheo’s POV************************Matheo Voss swirled the deep red wine in his crystal glass, the liquid catching the pale winter light like fresh blood. He stood on the wide balcony overlooking the family estate’s vast green fields, where purebred horses moved gracefully through the light snowfall. The contrast was beautiful — vibrant life against the quiet descent of white. He found it fitting.Soft footsteps approached. His mother came to stand beside him, regal as ever. Her dark hair was pinned up in intricate patterns that spoke of old money and older power. A lit cigar rested between her elegant fingers, the smoke curling lazily into the cold air as she watched the horses.“Maybe this will be the final straw,” she said quietly, voice smooth as silk. “The one that finally pulls your father from his madness.”Matheo let her words settle over him. He took a slow sip of wine, the rich taste blooming on his tongue. Smoke from her cigar drifted across his vision li

*******************Étienne Brooks ***************Death wasn’t something I wished on anybody, but not all the dead deserved to be mourned. Jobes Baker was certainly one whose death brought more silence than sorrow. But it was far from over. He was only one of the hundreds of billionaires behind the systematic exploitation of African and East Asian countries — the mines, the bribes, the destroyed communities, the rivers running red with more than just iron.I took a slow drag from my cigarette, staring out at the glittering city lights from my balcony. The night air was cold against my skin. For a moment, I allowed myself to believe I was safe up here.Then I felt it.That shift in the air. The way the silence suddenly felt heavier.I turned around and there he was — a tall man in a black coat standing only a few feet away, watching me like I was already something he owned. His presence was calm on the surface, but underneath it was something far more dangerous. Threatening. Like a bla

The morning light had barely crept in when loud banging erupted from outside.Kai jolted awake on the thin spread mat, a sharp gasp escaping him. The sounds grew louder, sharper, more aggressive. Before he could fully sit up, the flimsy door burst open with a violent crack as a group of able-bodied men stormed inside.“Where’s that hag?!” one of them yelled.Kai scrambled to his feet and stepped in front of them before his mother could emerge from the back room. His small frame was tense, fists clenched at his sides.The leader — a burly man with a cruel face — thrust a folded paper toward them.“It’s over.” He threw the eviction notice at Kai’s mother as she stepped out. She flinched as the paper fluttered to the floor. “You’ve had four months of extensions on accumulated rent. Today is the day.”He signaled to his men with a sharp jerk of his head. “Take this filth out.”The men moved like vultures, grabbing what little furniture and belongings they had. Kai’s mother dropped to her