Novel & Cerita Craving My Ruthless Ceo

With boardroom instincts sharpened by her mother, Mia, and a fierce loyalty inherited from her father, Harry, she’s groomed to lead the Declan empire from the moment she takes her first steps. But when a corporate rival challenges her legacy and an unexpected romance threatens her tightly guarded heart Helena must navigate a high-stakes world of power, betrayal, and identity. As secrets unravel and her parents’ past casts a long shadow, Helena is forced to ask herself one question: Is she ready to crave control… or destined to lose it all? A sizzling blend of luxury, legacy, and love, "Craving Her Control" is the next generation of the Declan saga where passion meets power, and no heart is s

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."

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“He doesn’t want you either. You’re throwing yourself at him like a sad puppy. You even got yourself bitten. What’s next? Gonna tattoo his name on your forehead?” “You don’t know what you’re talking about—” “No? You’re just desperate. That’s all this is. Is your pussy that damn itchy, Rowena?” she said, tilting her head with the nastiest grin. Something snapped in me. “Yeah, maybe it is! And guess who I want to scratch it, huh? Not you. So do the world a favor and go choke on your blood pack, bitch!” The room erupted in gasps again, some people laughing, others frozen.

Grant's POV The city lights blurred past as I drove. I didn't know where I was going to, I just knew I couldn't be in that house. Not with Finn's taste still lingering on my body or the ghost of his mouth still burning against my skin. My hands were shaking on the steering wheel as I gripped it tighter forcing myself to breathe in and out. Everything about my life had been mechanical for years. I wake up, go to work, then come home and pretend. I had built an empire on control, discipline and on never letting anyone see what I truly was. And in thirty seconds, or less, Finn had torn it all down.

I said, stepping toward the glass doors that led to the balcony. “Because if you don't, I am going to bite my arms until they bleed, scream at the top of my voice, and wake up this whole hotel. Tell me, Christian... how would it sound in the morning news: 'Billionaire CEO Christian Blackthorne beats his new bride ruthlessly on their wedding night'? Wouldn't that be such a lovely headline for your precious stock market?” Christian’s jaw tightened. His gaze went to the balcony. “Go ahead. Scream if you want to. Nobody will believe a word that comes out of your mouth."

I continued. A smile tugged at his lips staring back at me, as he had both hands clasped together on my table and he lean forward. Making my insides stir up with more anger, wishing I’d never let him in the first place. Absent on the fact that he had been the CEO of De-Lux. One fraudulent company… I scanned him overall. His accent was thick, but his English was perfect, getting me slightly irritate. I’ve heard the founder of De-Lux to be ruthless, and also a man who wouldn't hesitate to murder someone in cold blood. But that's what you’d expect from a man who controlled most of the cartels.

He only gives a curt nod in every situation. His employees called him “The ice man” when they thought he couldn't hear. But today? Today, he was coming undone right in front of me. Out of nowhere, he stood slowly, his movement stiff and mechanical. My gaze locked on him. Eager to see his next move. “Leo Crane.” His voice came out rough and forced. “CEO of Grey Jewelry and Co.” He extended his hand, but everything about it screamed reluctance. Anthony glanced at the offered hand, a dismissive look written all over his face.