Novel & Cerita Escaping His Chains: The Ruthless Ceo's Secret Lover

Chelsea felt her heart skip a bit at those words. She had expected to see a regular prisoner, or worse, a tortured captive who was either unconscious or bleeding his soul out. But this was different. The prisoner was the secret lover of Dylan's ex-wife, Clara. And he had no marks whatsoever that showed evidence of torture or beatings. "Every day I've held back the urge to slit his throat" Dylan said calmly, hatred brewing in his voice. The man kept on looking at Chelsea, not saying a word. His nose twitched occasionally but his eyes were fixed on Chelsea. Then he suddenly smirked. She stepped back in fright.

The screen was covered in water droplets, but he could read the emergency alert text from the private hospital. CRITICAL ALERT: Mr. Thorne — Liora Vale checked herself out against medical advice ten minutes ago. She stole a surgical scalpel from the emergency tray. Security footage shows her leaving in her vehicle. Before she fled, she told a nurse: "If I can't have Kasen, the Sterling Heiress won't either." Kasen's head snapped up. The Rolls-Royce was already gone, lost in the heavy downpour. A cold, paralyzing terror gripped his chest, far sharper than the winter rain. Kasen scrambled to his feet, threw his phone into his pocket, and sprinted toward his sports car.

His eyes narrowed, his tone turned sharp, venomous. "Stop acting like a wife already. You’re only a contracted wife." The words cut deep, colder than ice. I snapped. My hand slammed against the table. "Then I don’t want this anymore!" I spat, pushing to my feet and storming toward the door. But before I could touch the handle, his voice lashed through the room, hard, commanding—echoing against the walls like thunder. "I’m Julius Baron. Son of the CEO of this company." I froze, the name crashing into me like a tidal wave.

“How long until we know if it’s compromised?” “Working on it. Don’t log into anything connected. I’ll clean your end.” my jaw clenched, I have trusted his competence once, years ago when we both worked together under the same roof, before betrayal taught me what trust costs. Still, Lucas wasn’t Grayson, he didn’t have that charm that could make lies sound like promises. He was blunt, sometimes cold, but honest, at least that’s what i’d decided to believe for now. The kettle clicked behind me, and i realized that i was boiled water i didn’t remember putting on the gas stove. I poured myself a cup of tea anyway, watching the steam twist upward. The faint taste of mint filled my mouth, but my t

Tears fell from my eyes. I remember the contract that he had given to me. There wasn't going to be anything like an emotional attachment, no children, and no link to his wealth whatsoever. I was okay with the terms and now, we had both broken those terms which made everything more complicated. I stared at the window as I saw everyone departing in their different cars. It was a perfect opportunity to escape now that he wasn't awake. I was scared of making a move because the last time I did, he caught me red-handed and completely twisted the situation. I went back to bed.

Alex offered me an escape - and the moment I made the commitment to go, I realized just how perfect that escape would be. I'd be escaping the rumors and busybodies, of course, as well as my well-meaning mom. But this impromptu trip will also get me away from my normal life for a bit, something I didn't realize I so desperately needed until the opportunity was right in front of me. I mean, this breakup has turned my entire life upside-down - a fact that's still sinking in - and I need to take some power back. I was about to get married. Commit the rest of my life to someone else. Now I'm free. I want to live it up. Do something crazy. Embrace the unknown. And what better place to do that than

Attorney Harrison, confident in his position, laid out his conditions, saying, “I can grant your request, but first, you must ensure that everyone else here leaves. I want you to initiate the transfer right away. Furthermore, I’ll need a vehicle to make my escape. I’ll take your wife with me until I’m sure no one is following. I’ll send you the location where I’ll release her.” Devlin believed the old man was making a desperate move. He felt trapped, with no clear escape routes. Devlin had known that every exit was already blocked. Still, he attempted to negotiate, “I can’t allow that, Attorney Harrison. Please, release my wife. I’ll contact my legal counsel immediately to facilitate the tra

still nothing "I don't know if Alden told you but I threatened him with your friendship. Do you see it now? Do you see how horrible I am?" He placed a hand on top of hers, slowly peeling her fingers from his shirt. A sob caught in her throat. This was it. He was going to call her awful names and then divorce her. In a few months, he would be newly married with a baby on the way. She had no right to feel angry or jealous. Someone like him would never love like her. He grew up loved and cherished. He had friends, his life was perfect. She couldn't even remember if he had a flaw. She bet he didn't know what it was like to beg people to love him. He was too good for her. "I resigned from my posi

Her eyes scanned the text. “Do you have a fetish for CEOs, or do you just like banging your employees? I have videos of you and Erikson being intimate. I’ll exchange them for 10 million dollars. Or you can become the newest pórn star in town. Your choice. Get the money ready in two days, I’ll tell you where to send it. Ps: it’s nice when you have video evidence, isn’t it?” Everything faded around her as the message registered. She was barely aware of the bottle of water slipping through her fingers and falling to the floor.

He inclined his head slightly. “I’m the chairman of Knight Holdings.” “The company my husband has been meeting with.” “Yes.” “The company that somehow convinced him to divorce me.” His expression remained steady. “I didn’t convince him.” “Then explain the papers.” “They were his decision.” Elena laughed bitterly. “You expect me to believe that?” “I expect you to hear the truth before deciding what to believe.” She folded her arms across her chest. “Fine. Start talking.” Damien didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked toward a cabinet built into the wall and poured a glass of water before setting it in front of her.