All Chapters of Claimed By The C.E.O: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The second hand on the silver clock ticked with a heavy, hollow sound.Clara stood frozen by the edge of the marble table, her eyes locked on Alexander. Her mind raced. If she walked out that door right now, Hayes Architecture would be gone before lunch. Her father’s memory, his life's work, and the livelihood of thirty employees would be erased."Ten seconds, Miss Hayes," Alexander said softly, his voice showing no emotion at all.He didn't look nervous. He didn't look excited. He just sat there like a man playing a game of chess he had already won.Clara swallowed hard, forcing the lump down her throat. She stepped back toward the table, reached into her purse, and pulled out her own black ink pen."I will sign," Clara said, her voice tight but firm. "On three conditions."Alexander raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. "You are hardly in a position to make conditions.""I am the one signing my name to this life for two years," Clara countered, staring right into his dark eye

Clara’s heart did a strange flip. She looked from the thick yellow envelope in Thomas’s hands straight to Alexander."A vault?" Clara repeated, her voice cutting through the cool air. "My father was an architect, not a treasure hunter. Why would he build a vault beneath Sterling Global?"Alexander didn't answer her immediately. He took the envelope from Thomas, his knuckles white against the paper. The calm, untouchable persona he had worn all evening cracked for a second, revealing something far darker beneath."Go back inside, Thomas," Alexander ordered, his tone flat. “Make sure no one else sees this report.""Yes, Mr. Sterling," Thomas said, bowing his head quickly before rushing back into the warmth of the ballroom.Once the glass doors clicked shut, Clara turned on Alexander, taking a step closer. "Talk to me. What is going on? What does my father have to do with your building?"Alexander unsealed the envelope and pulled out a stack of old, faded blueprints alongside several bl

The silence inside the vault was immediate and heavy.When the massive steel door slammed shut, the light vanished completely. Pitch blackness swallowed the small room, thick and heavy, like being buried alive beneath tons of concrete and rock.Clara gasped, her heart jumping straight into her throat. "Alexander?""I'm right here," his voice came out of the darkness, surprisingly calm and steady.A second later, the sharp beam of the flashlight clicked back on, slicing through the gloom. Alexander lowered the beam so it didn't blind her, pointing it toward the solid metal door.Clara rushed past him, her hands slamming against the cold steel surface. She felt around frantically for a handle, a switch, or a release button, anything. But the inner side of the door was completely smooth."There's no handle," she said, her voice shaking as fear began to claw at her chest. "Alexander, there’s no way to open it from the inside!""Step back, Clara," he commanded softly.He stepped up to the

The list of offshore numbers seemed to glow under the soft light of the bedside lamp. Clara couldn't take her eyes off the name stamped at the top: Sterling Global. Her thumb trembled over the faded ink. Three days before her brother was dragged into a debt that nearly destroyed their family, a massive transaction had been authorized from Alexander’s company. Was Alexander really protecting her, or had he orchestrated her family’s downfall from the very beginning just to push her father into a corner? Clara folded the paper tightly, shoving it deep into her pocket as panic fought with cold determination. She couldn't ask him, not yet. Not while she was trapped on the top floor of his fortress with nowhere to run. She needed to reach the Old Point Lake house first and get that steel box open. At 3:45 AM, Clara stepped out of the guest room. The penthouse was shrouded in shadows, lit only by the faint glow of the city skyline through the glass walls. Alexander was already waiting in

The black helicopter descended onto the rooftop helipad of Sterling Tower, its rotors whipping a fierce wind across the concrete pad. The clock on the wall inside the glass sky lobby read 8:42 AM. They had eighteen minutes.Alexander stepped out first, reaching back to take Clara’s hand as she climbed out. The cold morning wind tugged at her hair, but she didn't flinch. Her grip on the leather notebook and USB drive in her coat pocket was unyielding.Thomas was already waiting by the double glass doors, a team of four security guards in crisp dark suits standing at attention behind him."Mr. Sterling, Ms. Hayes," Thomas said, handing Alexander a sleek tablet displaying the live roster of the executive boardroom on the 50th floor. "The board members are all present. Marcus Vance took the head of the table five minutes ago and has already called the meeting to order under emergency provisions.""Is legal ready?" Alexander asked, his voice crisp and sharp as he led the group down the gle