All Chapters of THE CEO'S STOLEN SECONDS : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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CHAPTER 1: THE RED INK OF A DEAL

“The final notice is already printed, Miss Brooks. If we don’t see the deposit in our account by midnight, Leo’s name drops from the surgical list.” Dr. Evans didn’t bother looking up from his tablet. The way he tapped his stylus against the glass was a kind of clinical torture, slow and steady.“I’ve got the media coverage for the City Hospital Gala set,” I said, knuckles pressed so hard into his polished desk I thought my fingers would snap. “The contract pays out on the first. That’s two weeks. Please, Dr. Evans. Leo can’t wait—his heart valve won’t survive another delay.”“The hospital board doesn’t take IOUs, Sierra. There are three hundred children lined up for that surgical theater.” He finally met my eyes—detached, practiced. “One hundred thousand dollars. By midnight. Or the slot goes to someone else.”My phone nearly buzzed itself out of my blazer pocket. I snatched it up, desperate for anything to cut the tension in the room and in my chest.“Sierra, look at the TV right n

CHAPTER 2: THE PRICE OF A PULSE

The hospital’s heart monitor never bent the truth. Still, the wild beeping sounded less like hope and more like a countdown straight to disaster.“Mommy, why are you crying?” Leo struggled to get the words out around the wheeze in his voice. He lifted his hand to me, so small and pale against the white hospital sheets. “Is the bad monster inside my chest getting bigger again?”“No, baby. There are no monsters.” I tried to smile, but my heart was burning. I squeezed his hand and kissed his knuckles, willing myself not to collapse in front of him. My voice came out gentle and steady—at least, I hoped it did. “The doctors found the magic medicine, sweetheart. Your surgery is paid for. You’re going to get better. I promise.”“For real? The magic medicine?” He looked up at me, his dark eyes just like Christian King’s—eyes that always reminded me of everything I had lost and everything I still stood to lose. “So I can run in the park again? No more getting dizzy?”“You’ll be faster than eve

CHAPTER 3: THE ARCHITECTURE OF OBSESSION

The glass coffee table between us exploded into sparkling shards when Victoria’s bodyguard clipped it with his clunky briefcase. Sharp as ever, Victoria didn’t even flinch. "Watch your step, Marcus," she murmured, her voice cold and cutting. Her gaze pinned me in place—hard blue eyes tracking every twitch, every subtle reaction, like she was hunting for weakness.She didn’t waste time. "Now, Sierra... let’s get back to my question. Are we going to address that child you’ve been hiding in your sad little apartment, or are we going to pretend you came into this marriage with a spotless record?"I felt frozen. The marble beneath my heels felt like it might swallow me. All I wanted to do was run, get Leo out, wipe him from the hospital database—anything to get him out of Victoria’s crosshairs.Then Christian’s voice broke the tension. Deep, vibrating—almost dangerous. "You’re overstepping, Mother." His grip around my waist tightened, steadying me. I swear I could feel his heat through my

CHAPTER 4: THE EXECUTIONER’S SMILE

The velvet box with my wedding ring slipped right through my numb fingers, bounced off the mahogany desk, and landed in front of Christian King’s shiny leather shoes.“You really should know better than to play with fire in a room full of shadows, Sierra,” he said, stepping into the sliver of moonlight leaking through the study window. He looked terrifyingly calm, not angry at all—the kind of calm that always hides the worst storm. He bent down, picked up the velvet box, and tucked it into his pocket like it was nothing.“You remember,” I managed, the words catching, almost strangling me. I backed up so fast my knees banged into his heavy chair. Everything hit me at once—the safe code, the chapel coordinates, the Leo dossier. It all spun together in my mind, thick and heavy. “The safe code. The chapel. The dossier on Leo. You never had amnesia, Christian. You lied. You let me think, for two years, that you forgot I ever existed!”He didn’t blink. “I never lied to you, Sierra,” he said

CHAPTER 5: THE MASTER’S GAMBIT

The glass tablet in Rebecca Vance’s hand hit the marble floor and exploded into shards after Christian kicked it straight out of her grip. The fragments shot everywhere. Rebecca stumbled back, her face blotched and furious, grabbed by Victoria before she fell.“Christian!” she barked, her voice shrill. “Are you out of your mind? The news is everywhere! Your wife’s agency faked the leak that took out your maritime contracts!”Christian just stared her down, voice deadly even. “The only thing wrong here is your timing, Rebecca.” His hand never eased off my waist. If anything, he hauled me in closer, forcing the board members to edge back just to give us space.My breath caught in my chest. I glanced at the ruins on the floor—then to the giant monitors all over the atrium. A breaking news banner screamed my agency’s name in blood red letters: Brooks & Associates. This whole thing was a setup. If the review board believed I’d triggered the crisis, they wouldn’t just kill our contract. Th

CHAPTER 6: THE EMERGENCY ORDER

My phone’s glass cracked right across the glaring crimson alert—I dropped it, couldn’t even hold on.“Sierra!” Christian’s voice thundered behind me, just as I ran down the executive hallway to the private elevator.“Stay away from me!” I screamed. I didn’t care who heard, didn’t care about the board directors still in their glass offices. I slapped the elevator button, chest heaving, the air burning like fire in my lungs. “Your mother’s at the hospital! She’s with my son, Christian! She has a legal team in his room right now!”“Sierra, stop!”His iron grip suddenly caught my wrist, and he spun me hard, slamming my back against the cool, brushed-steel doors. Christian towered over me, his shoulders blocking the light. His jaw was tight, muscles locked, but for the first time, his dark eyes were wild—panic clear in them.“Let go of me!” I sobbed, clawing at his chest with my free hand. Tears blurred everything. I couldn’t breathe; I was terrified. “You said he was safe! You promised th

CHAPTER 7: THE FINAL DECOY

I bolted across the sterile room and grabbed the front of Christian’s wet suit jacket, smashing my cracked phone screen right up to his face."Where is he, Christian?" I screamed, my voice scraping raw as the text message glowed between us. "Look at this! The plane outside is a decoy! You know where he is, don’t you? You knew she was going to pull this!"Christian caught my wrists, his big hands icy and slick from the Seattle rain, but he didn’t push my hands away. He looked at the glowing screen, his pupils narrowing into thin, lethal slits. He didn’t glance at his mother. He stared back at me, his chest heaving under my palms, a terrifying, low growl rumbling from deep in his ribs."I didn’t know she’d use a decoy flight, Sierra," he whispered, gripping my wrists tighter until the emerald ring pressed into my skin. "But I know exactly whose signature is on the unlisted tracking server. It’s not my mother’s.""Oh, please," Victoria snorted from the edge of the empty hospital bed, her

CHAPTER 8: THE SHADOW KING

"Drop the syringe, Rebecca, or I’ll throw you off this aircraft myself," Arthur King said. His voice sliced through the damp air in the hangar.Rebecca screamed and spun around on the aluminum steps of the air-stair. Her heels slipped on the wet metal and she stumbled backward, arms flailing, trying to protect the unconscious child pressed against her chest."Arthur?" she gasped, her face turning sickly gray as she stared up at the man framed in the doorway. "You’re... you’re supposed to be in a grave in Zurich!""I’m the one who built this empire, Rebecca. Did you really think a car crash would erase me?" Arthur King stepped out from the shadows inside the jet. He looked just like Christian—the same tall, imposing build, same sharp jawline, same unsettling dark eyes. Only the streaks of silver in his hair and the cold, calculating smile set him apart."Christian!" I cried out, scraping my hands against the rough concrete as I forced myself up. My emerald dress was ripped and filthy,

CHAPTER 9: THE CRIMSON LEDGER

The ambulance’s cardiac monitor smashed through the silence, its sharp, endless shriek filling the tiny cabin. Leo’s small body jerked violently, his fingers slipping from my hand. “He’s flatlining! We’re losing his rhythm!” The lead paramedic yelled, snatching up the manual resuscitation bag. His hands blurred as he worked. “Miss Brooks, step back! We need space!” “Leo! No, no, baby, look at mommy!” My scream burst out, my legs buckling as the ambulance whipped around a slippery corner. Metal oxygen racks slammed into my back, tires screeching against the flooded Seattle road.My hands shook so badly I could barely get off the floor. The green dress I wore clung to me, cold and drenched—rain stuck to my skin like a shroud. All I saw was the flat neon-green line on the monitor mocking me, humming endlessly. Nothing had ever felt so desperate. I’d survived boardrooms, kidnapping in that ugly hangar, and even a ghost from years ago—only to watch my son’s heart quit on him, miles from

CHAPTER 10: THE GOLDEN CAGE

The heavy leather folder crashed against the bedside table, rattling the plastic tray holding Leo’s medical monitors. “You planned this from the very beginning!” I gasped, the words sticking in my throat as I lunged across the sterile hospital room. My hands grabbed the front of Christian’s damp shirt, bunching up the high-end fabric in my fists. I pulled, using every bit of strength, trying to drag his towering six-foot-three frame down to my level, trying to make him see the devastation burning in my eyes. My heart thumped wildly, trapped in my chest. The emerald-green dress, still wet from the Seattle rain, felt tight, suffocating as the reality of his trap cinched around my neck. Christian didn’t budge. He just stood there, solid as an iron pillar, letting me shake him. His big hands came up slow, his long fingers gently wrapped around my wrists. He didn’t squeeze—he just held me, his warm skin a shock against the icy terror freezing my blood. “Sierra, look at the screen,” Ch

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