Chapter 1

The Wrong ShoesI felt the stares before I understood them.They slid across my skin like cold fingers—quick, judgmental, amused. I kept my chin level and my smile fixed because that was what servers did when the room decided you were the evening’s entertainment. The tray in my hands was steady. The lobster rolls sat in perfect rows. I told myself the looks meant nothing.Sasha caught my wrist as I passed her station.“You’re wearing the wrong shoes,” she murmured.I looked down.One black boot. One brown. Katya’s. Of course. This morning I had been late, half-asleep, scrambling for anything that would get me out of that house before Natasha’s voice could find me. I had grabbed the first pair that felt like boots and run. Now the entire restaurant was watching the mismatch like it was a private joke.“I’ll fix it after this table,” I mouthed.Sasha squeezed my wrist once and released me. “Storage unit. My slippers are there. Go.”I turned toward table twenty-three.I never saw the wom

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Chapter 2

MISHA’S POVThe sole mercy of home was its indifference. No one noticed me, no one cared, and that anonymity let me slip straight into my room to confront the catastrophe I had unleashed in a single day.How was I supposed to raise the money to pay Miss Modelo? I could only pray the sum was not as monstrous as she had claimed.Earlier my head had throbbed; now a swarm of unanswered questions forced the pain into the background. My phone buzzed. A message from Miss Modelo’s assistant:THIS IS MISS MODELO’S ASSISTANT. WITH THE PHOTOS ATTACHED TO THIS EMAIL, YOU CAN TELL THE PRICE OF EACH DAMAGED ITEM. SHE EXPECTS YOU TO BRING THE MONEY TO HER AT THE ADDRESS BELOW IN 72 HOURS.I was already unraveling before I finished the last word. I dialed Sasha—the nearest thing to a friend I had ever known, the one person who had confided in me and, from the day we met, repeatedly saved me.“I don’t know the man,” I blurted the moment she answered, “and I have only a few hours to bring him to the bo

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Chapter 3

MISHA'S POVHe didn't look surprised, didn't comment on the mess I'd made. A man like him had surely watched women lose their composure before—but mine came from a different place entirely."You're Sasha Reza?" His eyes searched mine as he settled into the chair across from me.The waitress kept apologizing, as though she'd knocked the glass from my hand herself, and cleaned the spill while gaping at Nikolai between glances. Her clumsiness outpaced even mine."Ye…s." I stammered, trembling. If he recognized me, wouldn't he have shown it? If he were pretending, suspicion would have flickered across that unreadable face. But his expression gave nothing away, his body language perfectly neutral—and I was the one shaking as the waitress poured me wine, replaced the shattered shot, and took her time admiring the man seated opposite me."Your hand is shaking. Are you all right, Miss Reza?" His stare demanded an answer.I stared into the wine glass I'd nervously lifted to my lips. A mistake—

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Chapter 4

MISHA’S POVI wanted to end the call. I wanted to vanish from the surface of the earth if it meant never hearing another word. But my feet had rooted themselves to the pavement, and the phone stayed pressed against my ear even though I already knew what was coming.“Oh, that was so exhilarating,” Ken’s voice murmured in that soft, confessional tone he used to reserve for me. “I love you so much, Katya.”The low, satisfied rumble that followed told me everything. They were in the aftermath,bodies tangled, breath slowing, the kind of quiet intimacy that only comes after someone has taken what they wanted.“What about Misha?” Katya asked. I could almost see her, glowing with the victory of claiming what had once been mine.She had told me once, years ago, that she would always win because I was no match for her. She had been right. If she could turn my own fiancé against me, then yes,she could keep winning forever.Ken laughed. The sound was light, almost careless. “Misha? She’s nothing

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Chapter 5

MISHA’S POVThe first thing I registered was the low, steady beep of a monitor and the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic. Hospital. My body felt heavy, limbs slow to respond, as if someone had poured lead into my veins while I slept. I forced my eyes open.Nikolai sat in the chair beside the bed, sleeves rolled to his elbows, watching me with the same unreadable calm he had worn in the alley. And standing just behind him, pale and tight-jawed, was Ken.For a single, disoriented second I thought I was still dreaming. Then the memory of his voice on the phone,soft, post-orgasm, telling Katya he loved her while calling me nothing,slammed back into place with perfect clarity.I sat up so fast the monitors spiked.“You,” I breathed.Ken took an automatic step forward, concern already arranged on his face like a mask he had practiced. “Misha, thank God. When I got the call I—”“Get out.”Nikolai’s gaze flicked between us, assessing. He spoke first, voice even. “He was the last person you spo

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All Chapters of ON THE CEO'S BED : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5