All Chapters of My Possessive CEO (Can love conquer pain?): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Darkness.Total.Absolute.Then—a click.Soft.Precise.Behind me.I don’t turn.Because I already know—I’m not alone.Maria’s weight is in my arms.Too still.Too quiet.Unconscious.And that—that is the problem.“Put her down.”The voice is close.Too close.Not Adrian.Not the handlers.Him.The shadow.The cleaner.I don’t move.“Last warning,” he adds calmly.Still calm.Always calm.That’s what makes him dangerous.“Walk away,” I reply.“No.”A pause.Then—“You’re compromising the asset.”“She’s not an asset.”“She is to me.”Wrong answer.My grip tightens around her.Protective.Final.“You don’t touch her,” I say.“You don’t decide that.”“I just did.”Silence.But not empty.Heavy.Because now—we’re past words.“Fine,” he says quietly.And then—he moves.Fast.Faster than before.No hesitation.No warning.A direct strike.Precise.Calculated.Deadly.I shift—barely—enough to avoid the worst of it—but not enough to counter fully.Because I’m holding her.And he knows

The gate is already open.That’s the first thing I notice.Wrong.Everything about it is wrong.The iron doors of my estate never stay open. Not without permission. Not without reason.And I didn’t give one.I step out of the car before it fully stops.“Sir—” my driver starts.“Stay,” I cut in.My voice is low.Flat.Dangerous.Because something is off.And I feel it.The silence hits me first.No guards.No movement.No voices.Nothing.My mansion—usually alive with controlled activity—is completely still.Like it’s been abandoned.Or worse—cleared.I move forward.Fast.Every step calculated.Every instinct alert.The front doors are unlocked.Second mistake.I push them open slowly.No resistance.No sound.Inside—darkness.Not natural.Not peaceful.Dead.I don’t turn on the lights.I don’t need to.My eyes adjust quickly.Scanning.Mapping.Tracking.Furniture untouched.No signs of struggle.No broken glass.No forced entry.But the air—the air feels wrong.Too clean.Too emp

She’s out there.Somewhere between shadows and silence—she’s out there.And I’m already too late.The thought hits the moment I step out of the mansion.Hard.Relentless.Irreversible.“Get the car ready,” I order.My voice is sharp. Controlled.But underneath—there’s something else.Something darker.“Yes, sir,” my driver responds instantly.The engine roars to life.I don’t wait.I move.Fast.Phone already in my hand.“Status,” I snap the second the line connects.“Systems are still compromised,” my assistant replies. “We’re trying to regain—”“Stop trying,” I cut in. “Start finding.”A pause.Then—“Sir?”“City-wide sweep,” I continue. “Cameras. Private networks. Traffic feeds. I want every angle, every street, every exit point.”“That will take—”“Now.”Silence.Then—“Understood.”Good.Because time—time is gone.I slide into the back seat.“Move.”The car speeds forward instantly.Ibadan at night blurs past the windows—lights streaking, streets alive, unaware.Normal.Too norm

The beeping won’t stop.Fast.Loud.Relentless.Every step I take sends another pulse through my hand—through my body—through whatever they turned me into.Move.The command isn’t mine.But this time—I obey it.Because if I stop—I die.If I slow down—he dies.I run harder.Bare feet slamming against cold concrete, lungs burning, vision shaking as the world tilts in and out of focus.The city disappears behind me.Lights fade.Noise dies.And all that’s left is—darkness.Abandoned buildings.Broken roads.Silence.Good.No people.No witnesses.No Leon.“Stabilize.”The voice cuts through again—sharp, mechanical.I grip my head with my free hand.“No…”“Stabilize.”“I can’t!”Pain answers.Violent.Blinding.My knees buckle for a second, but I force myself upright.Not here.Not yet.The device in my hand flashes red.Critical.Every second matters.Every breath counts.“Final phase initiated.”“No—wait—”“Override complete.”Something inside me shifts.Not slowly.Not gently.Inst

“Move!”My voice cuts through the night as I slam the car door shut, engine already roaring before my assistant can finish speaking.“She was last tracked—”“I know where she was,” I snap. “I need where she is.”Silence.Then—“We lost signal.”Of course they did.Because nothing about this is simple.Nothing about her is simple.I grip the steering wheel tighter, jaw locking as I push the car harder down the empty road.Faster.Sharper.Reckless.“Sir, there’s something else,” my assistant adds.“Talk.”“A disturbance. Multiple downed men. No gunfire reported. Close-range neutralization.”I don’t respond immediately.Because I already understand.“She did that.”“It matches her last known location,” he confirms carefully.A strange feeling settles in my chest.Not fear.Not doubt.Something darker.“They turned her into a weapon,” I say quietly.“Yes.”My grip tightens.“They shouldn’t have.”Because now—they didn’t just take her.They changed the rules.“And the device?” I ask.“St