Novel & Cerita Craving My Ruthless Ceo

Ignorance? After all, I have grown so fast in so little time. Not only that, but I have also taken on unnecessary and endless battles for the sake of my pride. My bitch of a stepmother who nearly got me killed would attest to my ruthlessness. I am out to destroy that woman, but only in small doses until she’ll consider taking a rope to her own fucking throat. But then again, she’s too narcissistic to ever consider that option. All this time, I have thought myself above being manipulated or toyed with. After all, I am Krew fucking Shaw, owner and cofounder of Van Winter & Shaw, which has grown tremendously in only a couple of years.

My brain is screaming. My heart is screaming. My dignity is crying in a corner. He hits the button for the ROOFTOP. I gasp dramatically. “You’re taking me up there? What is this, a March episode of My Forbidden Chaebol Prince?? Are you about to confess? Or kill me? Or confess AND kill me?” He finally looks at me, jaw tight. “Why would I kill you.” “BECAUSE YOU HAVE MURDER ENERGY SOMETIMES.” He exhales — that slow, irritated “I regret every decision in my life” CEO exhale — and says:

I'm building something real. So why does my chest feel hollow? I pour wine into a mug—we still haven't unpacked the wine glasses from the move—and settle on the couch. My laptop sits on the coffee table where I left it this morning. Against my better judgment, I open it and pull up the business news. The headline still makes my stomach clench: CROSS CEO TAKES LEAVE OF ABSENCE IN WAKE OF LEADERSHIP CRISIS I've read the article four times today. It doesn't get easier.

The air punched out of me. “Mom…” She tilted her head, lips twisting. “So tell me, what did you do to him? What part of yourself did you sell to get him to shower you in jewels and money?” “That’s not fair,” I whispered. My throat burned instantly. “Oh, please.” She scoffed. “You think I don’t know men like him? Rich. Powerful. They take what they want and throw away the scraps.” “That’s… not how he is.” I swallowed tightly.

It said that I studied law and got a PhD in European and American Legal Studies. It also said that I’m a professor at Harvard. CEO of a multi million dollar beauty brand. Everything on it was fake. That wasn’t me. What threw me off balance was the document file of business registration of Elena Beauty Luxe. It was assessed at $7 million dollars. “You’ll manage that business from now on.” Adrian said as if he had noticed that I was on that page. “How far can you go to fake all this?” “At least your CEO title is not fake now. I made some calls, you’ve been added to the professor list at Harvard legal studies school. Just play your role well and you’re good to go.” Adrian added.

A servant informed me Father wanted to see me in his office immediately. My heartbeat quickened as I walked down the hallway slowly, the closer I got to the office, the tighter my chest became. Then I heard voices inside, I stopped instantly. Clarissa was talking, “The Kane deal must happen tonight.” My stomach dropped, Kane? Matthew Kane? Even hearing his name felt dangerous. Everyone knew who he was, the cold billionaire CEO, the man whispered about in fear. Some called him a businessman, while others called him something far darker. Clarissa continued speaking.“Rachel is useful whether she likes it or not.”

And just as expected, they ate it up. The caption makes me scoff internally: “ENSTRAGED LOVER AND MIAMI’S MOST ELIGIBLE PLAYBOY IZAAC ARMANI CAUGHT IN A STEAMY KISS WITH BANKRUPT HEIRESS BROOKLYN WHEELER. HAS A WOMAN FINALLY PUT THIS HEARTBREAKER IN A CHOKEHOLD… OR SHOULD WE SAY COCKHOLD?” Fucking ridiculous. “Is that you or not?” Mother demands, voice sharp enough to cut glass.

Business magazines feature my face on their covers again: “VOSS RECLAIMS EMPIRE” “THE ICE KING RETURNS” “MISSING CEO BACK, AND DEADLIER THAN EVER” I stack the magazines unread on the corner of my desk. Elias enters one evening, picks up the top one, and tosses it back down. “They’re enjoying the myth again.” “I don’t care.” “That’s the problem.” I barely glance up from the file in my hands. “Be specific.” He leans against the desk, studying me openly. “You were ruthless before. Now you’re just cruel.”

“My body jerks like it's attempting to save itself, but I continue pushing and that triggers something and my brain goes foggy. My throat swallows, and it goes further. That is the point at which the astonishing frenzy thing occurs when I can't relax. My body heaves to save itself, yet I push it more profound and my throat gets generally delicious, similar to as having a climax. Then there's no restriction, I can take every last bit of it, and it gets me so energized I nearly get off. You ought to attempt it.” He gazed at her in dismay. “No,” he said, “I shouldn't. Is there something wrong with you?” “I have to strongly disagree if something is wrong,” she said. “For what reason do you need