Alle Kapitel von My Possessive CEO (Can love conquer pain?): Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

The knife slips from my shaking fingers—then I catch it just before it hits the floor.My breath comes out sharp. Ragged.Too loud.I freeze, listening.Silence.The house is still asleep.Good.I tighten my grip around the handle, my pulse thundering in my ears as I stumble forward and shove the front door shut behind me. My body nearly gives out from the force, pain exploding through my ribs, my arm, everywhere.A broken gasp tears out of me.I bite it back instantly, my teeth sinking into my lip until I taste blood.Don’t make a sound.Don’t wake her.Don’t let her see you like this.I lean heavily against the wall, my vision spinning, black creeping in at the edges. For a second, I think I might collapse right here in the hallway—but I force my legs to move.One step.Then another.Each movement feels wrong. My body doesn’t belong to me anymore. It’s heavy. Numb. Burning.The stairs loom ahead like a nightmare.Too many.Too far.But staying here isn’t an option.I grab the banist

“Don’t move.”His fingers tighten around my arm just enough to hurt.I freeze instantly.The music is loud, people are laughing, glasses clinking—but none of it reaches me anymore. All I hear is my heartbeat, loud and uneven, pounding in my ears.“I said smile,” he murmurs beside me, his voice low but sharp enough to cut.My lips tremble as I force them upward.It feels wrong.Everything feels wrong.“There,” he says, studying my face. “Better.”It’s not.But I nod anyway.Because I’ve learned what happens when I don’t.“Stay here,” he adds, releasing me slowly. “And don’t embarrass me.”Then he walks away.Just like that.Leaving me standing alone in a room that feels like a trap.The moment he’s gone, the air shifts.I exhale shakily, my shoulders dropping slightly as if I’ve been holding my breath this whole time.Maybe I have.I grip the edge of my dress, trying to steady my shaking hands.I shouldn’t be here.The thought screams louder now.After that night… after everything…I p

“Run.”The word tears through my mind as I shove past a group of laughing guests, nearly knocking over a tray of drinks.I can’t stop to apologize.I don’t look back.I just ran.My heart is pounding so hard it hurts, each beat louder than the music chasing me out of that suffocating ballroom. Voices blur together behind me—confused, curious—but none of it matters.Only one thing does.Get out.Now.I burst through the doors, the cold night air hitting me like a slap. For a second, I stumble forward, gasping, my lungs dragging in air like I’ve been drowning.But the relief doesn’t come.It never does.My chest is still tight. My hands are still shaking.He’s still in my head.“With me.”“No.” I shake my head quickly, wrapping my arms around myself. “No, no, no…”I can’t think about that.I won’t.Men like him don’t exist in my world.And even if they did—They wouldn’t stay.I take a step away from the building.Then another.Faster.I need distance.I need space.I need—“Running aga

Leon Vitorino“Stay on her.”I don’t raise my voice.I don’t need to.The command alone is enough.“Yes, sir,” my assistant replies immediately from the other end of the line.I end the call without another word, my grip tightening slightly around the phone before I set it down on the desk.Maria Eduarda.The name has been running through my mind since the moment she walked away from me.No.Since the moment I saw her.Something about her doesn’t add up.The fear in her eyes… the way she flinched when that man touched her… the hesitation in every word she spoke.She’s hiding something.And I’m going to find out what it is.No matter what it takes.A soft knock sounds at the door.“Come in.”The door opens, and my assistant steps inside, holding a file.“That was fast,” I say, leaning back in my chair.“You said it was urgent.”He places the file on my desk. I don’t thank him. I don’t need to.I open it immediately.Name: Maria Eduarda.Age: Eighteen.Residence: Shared apartment with y

Leon VitorinoThe knocking doesn’t stop.It gets louder.Harder.More aggressive.“Open the damn door!”I don’t move.I don’t rush.I don’t react the way most people would.Instead, I straighten slightly, adjusting my cuff as if I have all the time in the world.Because to me…I do.Behind me, I can feel Maria’s panic building. Her breathing is uneven, her presence tense, like she’s about to break.“He’s not going to stop,” she whispers.“I know.”“Then why aren’t you doing anything?”I turn my head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of her.“Who said I’m not?”Another loud bang shakes the already damaged door.“Maria! I know you’re in there!”His voice is laced with anger now.Desperation.Good.Let him lose control.It makes things easier.“Stay behind me,” I say calmly.“What?”“Do it.”There’s hesitation.Of course there is.But after a second, I feel her move, stepping behind me.Close enough that I can sense her fear.Close enough that I know she’s trusting me… even if she