All Chapters of Bound To The Ruthless CEO : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*CAMILLE POV* “If he asks you why you’re applying for a job below your qualification, do not try to act smart. Just look him dead in the eye and lie like your life depends on it. Because honestly? It kind of does.” That was the last piece of advice Damian gave me before I took the fake identity from him and walked to the Alder Global Tower. Now, standing on the eighty-second floor, with my feet hurting from the cheap three-inch heels I got on sale, I realized two things. First, Damian was completely right. Second, no amount of advice could have prepared me for the icy, terrifying person that Silvan Alder was. The air up here was too cold, and the smell of cologne that costs probably more than my entire apartment rent was everywhere. It was so quiet one could hear a pin drop. I adjusted the collar of my navy jacket. It was a bit too tight around my shoulders, but it was the only work outfit I had that didn't look cheap. My heart was beating like crazy. “Just stay calm, you a

*CAMILLE POV* The next hours were totally tiring. As I flipped through the pages, highlighting key figures and typing summary notes on my computer, my eyes kept catching a recurring name. Adam Alder, Silvan's uncle and the Vice Chairman. According to these documents, Adam managed the logistics of the company, the exact department my father used to work with three years ago. My fingers tightened around the highlighter. At 7:50am, I printed out a summary, put it in a blue folder, and walked back to Silvan's office, knocking once before stepping in. If Silvan never hurried me, I didn't believe I could be this fast, a three hour work was finished in just a few minutes. Silvan was on his desk, fully dressed in his black suit jacket now, typing rapidly on his laptop. He didn't look up as I approached. I placed the folder right on the edge of his desk. “Your summary report, Sir. Ten minutes ahead of schedule.” He stopped typing, looked at the folder, then raised his eyes to meet mine.

*SILVAN POV* The private jet was flying to Zurich, but I couldn't focus on the work on my tablet. I kept looking out the window, thinking about Camille Martin, or rather Camille Bernerd. I leaned my head back against the leather seat and closed my eyes. I wasn't a fool. I hadn't built my company by trusting pretty faces and convenient coincidences. When I had looked into her resume, it was simply too perfect. I had Reto run a deep background check on her. It hadn't taken long for Reto to uncover the truth. She was the daughter of Richard Bernerd, the former CEO whose logistics company had collapsed so abruptly three years ago. Richard and I used to be solid business partners before everything went under. Remembering the softness of her skin against my thumb this morning fills me with desire. I groaned under my breath, adjusting my trousers as my manhood hardened against the fabric. My phone buzzed; I picked it up and looked at the caller ID: Clara Bennett. I sighed, sliding

*CAMILLE POV* “Are you nuts, if he catches you trying to steal from him, that will be the end for you." Mia had been pacing round the room for an hour now, talking non-stop like an over-stressed mom. "He won't just kick you out of his company, he'll put you in a federal prison, as in an orange jumpsuit, with no freedom and WiFi.” "Relax Mia! No one is catching me." I kept struggling with my hair in front of the mirror, trying to force it into a tight bun. “You’ve never listened to anything I say,” she groaned and dropped onto the couch. “I don't know what you're thinking now, but this is the craziest of craziest ideas you have ever had." “Not to say Damian supported it either.” I turned around and looked at her, “Silvan is in Zurich, and he won't be coming back till Friday, so this is my only chance, if I don't do this now I might never get another one." “You don't get it, do you?” She raised her voice. "I'm not against you doing this, but It's too early, you just resumed t

*CAMILLE POV* When I got home, it was already late, but there was still movement on the street. My hands were shaking so hard as I turned the doorknob. When I opened the door, Mia was sitting on the small kitchen counter, painting her toenails. The moment she saw my face—pale and completely disheveled—she dropped the nail polish and ran over to me.“Camille! What happened?” I threw my arms around her and started crying loudly. Mia froze in surprise. Then she hugged me back tightly, using her foot to kick the front door shut. She guided me over to the couch and helped me sit down.She didn't say anything right away. She just grabbed a box of tissues, handed me a few to wipe my face, and knelt down in front of me with a worried expression. “So… you want to talk about it." She asked softly. “He caught me,” I whispered, staring down at my trembling hands. "I thought you said he was in Zurich!” "Yes he's supposed to be in Zurich, but I was surprised to see him in his office.”