Craving My Ruthless Ceo Mga Nobela at Kwento

I asked licking my Ice cream. "Do you want me to treat other woman like you?" He said seriously and that's the last thing I want to see before my death. No way. I shook my head vigorously as a "NO" and he pulled my cheeks. "It's just you and my family that I treat like this. I'm fine with being the ruthless CEO for rest of the world. People aren't as kind as you think so you need to be though to face this world." His words were really deep and practical. I nodded looking at him.

Paused there, hand on the frame, and looked back at me with something that almost passed for a warning. "And don't G****e me tonight," he said. "You won't like what you find." Then he was gone. I lasted, by my own count, eleven seconds. I typed his name into the search bar sitting alone in the empty conference room, already regretting it, already unable to stop myself — the same way you can't stop touching a bruise to check if it still hurts. The first headline alone nearly made me drop the phone. ACE STONE: THE MOST DANGEROUS CEO IN AMERICA.

“You okay? You look tired.” “Of course I’m okay. You know, just a long day, new job, everything. You know how it works,” I shrugged, trying to play it off. “By the way, you never told me you’re Mr. CEO’s stepbrother.” I said watching his expression.

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.

“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

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This wasn't the CEO of Volkov Global; this was the obsessive predator who had kept me under his lock and key. "You think your pride is a weapon?" he whispered, his voice a low, animalistic rumble as he crawled onto the mattress, his massive frame looming over me until the air between us became thin. "You think you can stand in my cellar and dare me to break you? You have no idea what I have kept locked away since the day you signed that contract."