Todos los capítulos de CEO's Dog: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Twenty days ago, I stood at the absolute pinnacle of the music world. My name was a secular prayer shouted by millions, a force that vibrated through crowded stadiums until the foundations shook. Beneath the harsh brilliance of the stadium spotlights, I felt like a deity, completely untouchable and fueled by the raw adoration of a global fanbase. I possessed everything a mortal could desire limitless wealth, unchecked influence, and a legacy that seemed written in stone. I truly believed the world belonged to me.Yet today, reality has inverted.I find myself collapsed on the floorboards beside his bed, stripped bare of my remaining dignity, trembling in the quiet chill of his private quarters. The roaring crowds and blinding neon glare are gone, replaced by the suffocating, dark gravity of his gaze. The very voice that once commanded thousands is now reduced to a gravelly, pathetic murmur, whispering desperately for his ownership. I am pleading just to be his pet. The fall from that

A slow, chillingly smooth smile spread across Cassian’s aristocratic face a look that was entirely devoid of warmth, reflecting only the dark satisfaction of a hunter watching a trap snap shut. He didn't offer a welcoming hand, nor did he speak a word of comfort."Come in," he murmured, his voice low and rich as he stepped aside to clear the threshold.With that single, quiet invitation, I crossed the line of no return and stepped directly into Cassian's palatial, high-security mansion. The interior was a breathtaking display of cold, ultra-modern luxury. Soaring ceilings stretched high overhead, while polished black marble floors reflected the dim, expensive lighting like a dark mirror. Pristine, minimalist art pieces hung on the walls, making the entire space feel more like an exclusive museum gallery than a residence. I was led into a vast living room where

The pale, freezing light of dawn slowly bled through the high, arched windows of the grand corridor, gradually dissolving the suffocating shadows of a sleepless night. The silence of the mansion was suddenly broken by the soft, heavy groan of the study door sliding open on its tracks.Cassian stepped out into the hallway, looking completely immaculate and refreshed, his towering posture carrying the same absolute authority as the day before. He hadn't even looked down yet, but his presence alone made the air in the corridor turn heavy. As his sharp, dark eyes finally dropped toward the floorboards near the doorframe, he abruptly came to a halt.There I was. Huddled tightly against the hard wooden base of the wall, my body curled into a defensive, shivering ball inside his oversized dress shirt. My knees were pulled all the way up to my chest, and my fingers were locked around my ankles.

The echo of the closet door closing behind Cassian left me drowning in a suffocating silence. Needing to escape the heavy trail of his scent that still hung in the air, I practically fled the master suite and sought refuge in the quiet expanse of the study. I paced restlessly along the towering, dark mahogany bookshelves, my fingers aimlessly brushing past the leather spines of rare editions. I was an animal pacing its cage, desperately trying to quiet the storm in my head.Then, my hand stopped. Hidden slightly behind a heavy crystal bookend on a lower shelf, a flash of silver caught the morning light.I reached out and picked it up. It was a heavy, vintage silver lighter, polished perfectly but weathered by time. I turned it over in my trembling palm, and my heart instantly stopped. Engraved into the cool metal were two elegant, intertwined cursive letters:

The atmosphere in the grand foyer was suffocating, heavy with an agonizing silence that stretched between us. For the first time in four agonizing days, Cassian’s gaze was locked onto mine. I stood directly in his path, trembling like a leaf in a storm, while he stood tall, immaculate, and terrifyingly composed in his sharp navy suit. His dark eyes held no warmth, no sympathy only a cold, analytical stillness that made my heart hammer violently against my ribs.For several agonizing seconds, neither of us moved. The ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner sounded like thunder in the quiet hall."Move," Cassian commanded, his voice smooth, low, and completely devoid of emotion.The sheer dismissal in his tone fractured the last piece of my sanity. Tears welled in my eyes, blurring his sharp jawline, but I refused to step as