Escaping His Chains: The Ruthless Ceo's Secret Lover Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

He moved within me, slow at first, deliberate, each thrust a lesson, each pull a command. I clutched at the sheets, the shame of it overwhelming, the craving drowning me. “You cannot escape this,” he whispered against my ear. “You cannot escape me.” A cry tore from my throat as he quickened, his hips driving harder, the chains biting into my skin with every movement. “You will learn to crave this shame,” he said. “You will beg for it.” And gods help me, I was already close to begging. My body betrayed me with every gasp, every shudder, every broken moan that slipped free.

However, the marble floor beneath them cracked open, and thin chains writhed upward like snakes, wrapping around Vincent’s ankles. He gritted his teeth and struggled to break free, but the chains tightened their grip. “They want me in chains. They want me to be silent,” he said. Camela dropped to her knees, desperately clawing at the chains. “No! I won’t let them take you.” The false bride's voice echoed throughout the hall, sounding smooth and cruel. “You can’t save him. He was always chained. Even when he begged you and you thought it was love…those chains were already in his blood.”

“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

It feels special. Our love is no longer forbidden. We finally break the chains of forbidden love.

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