Novel & Cerita Craving My Ruthless Ceo

She smiled at his playfulness. During their lunch, Devlin talked about his company. He started his business right after he resigned from his first job. He had enough money which he got from his grandma to invest in a construction company. He started from scratch until he was able to grow his business. Four years later, he is at the peak of his career. He is one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. Then, not too long ago, he joined the list of the young billionaires in the country.

(THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT, IT'S NOT ADVISABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Craving 3 (Desires) Seeing a devious smirk on her face, I walked away, even though I knew there was no getting out of this one. When it comes to the mistress, I like her talking since she discloses too much and keeps me prepared for what is to come, but when she remains silent, I can't foresee her.

He leaned down, his lips brushing hers, a possessive claim that tasted of smoke and secrets. "Now, give me the USB." Cali’s hand tightened around the leather-bound drive. "No. This is my leverage, Devi. This is the one thing you can't buy back." Devi’s expression shifted. The understanding husband vanished, replaced by the ruthless CEO who had built an empire on blood. He stepped into her space, his shadow swallowing her, his jealousy of her defiance flaring. "Leverage?" he whispered, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly soft register. "Against me? In my house? With my guards at the door and my tracker on your ankle?" He grabbed her wrist, not enough to bruise, but enough to remind her of th

Bodybuilding became a passion and made my body desirable to other girls and obviously, I used that to my advantage. As a CEO I am known as Raphael Lockwood, I invest in small companies when they are almost bankrupt and I transform them, I make a lot of money just buying and selling businesses. I make my own luck, I make my own money and if I need to take someone down to make more money I will. After college, I worked for several big companies so I could learn the ropes, at 22 I got a loan and opened my first Restaurant, after that nothing stopped me. My business grew fast and I made a lot of money, I bought a house for my mother in Miami and I moved to New York. I am the CEO of my company an

She cleared her throat and smiled to herself to get ready in facing him. Once she was sent to the top, she walked past some employees that stared at her once she walked by, knowing they shouldn’t mess with her. The last time an employee messed something up, the employee got fired. Being the CEO’s fiancé gave her the power to belittle others even if she shouldn’t do so.

I turned, my heart skipping a beat. It was Nick, our new CEO. His grip on Sylvia’s wrist was firm, but his expression was calm and composed. He looked at her with a cold vigor that made her shrink back. “Who the hell are you?” Sylvia demanded, trying to pull her hand away. Nick let go of her wrist but his eyes never left hers. “Someone who doesn’t tolerate bullies,” he said simply. Elias stepped forward, puffing out his chest like a peacock to defend his girl. “And what business is this of yours?”

“And like you care about your pet secretary’s feelings so much.” “My pet—?” He chuckled, sincerely amused. “Lou’s the company’s CBO, and we’ve been together for years.” “What a nice couple.” I followed him out of the restroom. “Does he know about me?” There was something about his smile I didn’t like. “Of course he knows.” He paused to face me, frowning. “You haven’t told your girl.” “Of course not! What would I tell her? That the CEO abuses me in exchange for his silence about my being a fugitive, and in the process, he’s making me addicted to some weird aphrodisiac oil?”

His threat humbled me, and I froze in place, taking note of the malicious aura that radiated off him. I closed my eyes, battling the storm of emotions raging inside me. His touch was intoxicating, his words stirring a desire I couldn't deny. With a mix of frustration and longing, I reached for the pen and signed my name on the dotted line of the contract. This was akin to signing your soul to the devil. The CEO was a devil, tempting me, pushing me against my limits, and relishing in the torture he inflicted on me. A devil. A sadist. That was what he was.

Nina stood up gracefully, and after a few words of thanks, she introduced herself, described her vision and mission as a person, and described the goals she would achieve regarding the company's direction. Nina's voice was crisp, clear, and full of conviction. There was no doubt in her words; everything flowed smoothly, steadily, and convincingly. The way the words were chosen showed intelligence and a strong personality; all those present were amazed to hear it, and they became even more excited and convinced that Nittany could catch up with competitors who had played first. They became very enthusiastic and confident that under the leadership of the young CEO, this company would be able to

“Tell the CEO of Vanguard Logistics that if his daughter comes within ten feet of me, I will completely dismantle his company’s entire supply chain by tomorrow morning just for the inconvenience.” Richard didn’t flinch. In fact, his smile only deepened. He loved this version of me. He loved the cold, ruthless corporate machine I had become. To him, the apathy in my eyes wasn’t the symptom of a broken heart it was the mark of a killer finally stepping into his inheritance. “Ruthless,” Richard praised softly, taking a sip of champagne. “It suits you, Ryan. You’ve accomplished more in the last four weeks on the board than you did in five years playing gangster in the gutters. You finally unders