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

she stammered. “Ssh, it’s okay,” he assured her, holding her face in his hands. “Theodore found you.” “I knew he would,” Cathy whispered gratefully. “Thank you.” Chase smiled at her and reached up to pull at the chains. They were thick and heavy and tightly fixed into the ceiling. Without her powers, there was no way she would have been able to escape. A surge of anger ran through him at the thought of what they did to his sister and what else they would have done if he and Ted hadn’t arrived quicker.

Still caressing her tummy smoothly, she pinched his hands agressively and he withdrew forcefully while trying to hold back his screams. She buried her laughter as she turned to give him a slow sinister stare. She could see the pain all over his face as he stared at her face in anguish. She looked away immediately and tucked her hair behind her ears. She crossed her legs stylishly, seeing her mother battling for words while trying to defend herself about Mateo Steel being sick. This was the moment she was waiting for, she thought as the Prosecution lawyer called out Mateo's name and everyone turned in surprise to see Mr Mateo Steel, the ruthless billionaire, walking hale and hearty into the c

The legal team of the Luxton corporation was infamous for turning black into white, bending the rules to suit their agenda. At that moment, Isaac’s phone buzzed, showing an incoming message. His hands tightened around the phone as he read the message. “I’ve told you before, my wife is my bottom line. If you insist on being stubborn, I don’t mind fighting with you till the end. However, since you dared to touch my woman, I’ll have no choice but to make a move on your wife. I heard Switzerland is a good place for a vacation. If you want, I can send you to accompany your wife, too.”

But then, he looks away and walks to the private room in the office, Chris shakes his head and whispers to himself, “The perfect, well mannered, unshaken CEO, now has a loose tie, a messy hair and a smelly alcoholic mouth. Who is this guy? Where did he come from? Who said love, wasn’t a dangerous weapon? The sooner he realizes it, the better for him before someone snatches his billionaire ex-wife.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Magnus's tired voice came through: "...Yes. The elders only suggested house arrest. Kieran insisted on the Cell of Silence. He said you needed that kind of pain to learn, to learn respect for Seraphina." "Thank you." I hung up. The last bit of hesitation vanished. I took off the ring from my finger and threw it into the fire before me. Then, I tossed Kieran's black card, house keys, and car keys onto the lawn. "We're even." I turned and flagged down a taxi. "To the airport." Forty minutes later, I stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows in the departure lounge. The radio was broadcasting breaking news: "A massive fire has broken out at a

"Why are you doing this, Arjuna? The 20% shares are already in trust. Siska is gone. You could just let us go back to Singapore. You’ve fulfilled your 'duty' to the heirs." "Because I don't want duty!" he said, his voice rising with a sudden, desperate passion. He stepped closer, his scent sandalwood and cedar wrapping around her. "I want the Saturday mornings when Langit draws on my newspaper. I want the nights when Bumi tells me my security systems are trash. But mostly... Oh, mostly, I want to wake up and see your face and know that I don't have to spend the rest of my life apologizing to an empty house."

Escaping from being sold to a druglord by my own gumbling, drunkard father, felt like it was the end of my life, the betrayal was deep, but the last thing i imagined when i escaped to hide in Spain was Mitchell Matamoros. The most eligible, handsome, and richest man in town. The most handsome being I've ever laid eyes on. He's my boss, he's brutal, and he's a cold bastard who doesn't do love. The last thing i should have done was to fall in love with him because it almost ruined my life. Now, now i have to run & hide, but nobody runs from Mitchell Matamoros just like that.

The only way to get out of these shackles is if I break my fingers and toes and squeeze myself out of here. At this point, it seemed very much appealing and I wanted to leave this place that bad so all I had to do was muster up the courage to do it. I knew he would be back soon for another round of torture so I had to hurry up. Pain rippled through my hands as I broke my thumb just to squeeze through the chains. It was very hard not to bite down on my lip or tongue but I knew that would be doing more damage than good. I repeated the same thing with the other hand and removed my hands from the chains.

In trying to escape one prison, I fell into another. But this one has velvet chains and a master who whispers in the dark. At first, I thought I saw a savior in him, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. He is worser than Lewis, his feelings are forbidden yet he was too proud to show it around the world. I never sought his attention and I never wanted his eyes on me. But he gave it anyway unrelenting, forbidden, consuming, and obsessive. He didn’t just offer me a freedom from Lewis. He offered me a different kind of freedom or should I say cage/captivity. The one laced with soft touches and sharp edges. One that didn’t hurt my skin, but carved into my soul.

saying he removed his belt, I crawled back to escape from him, I tried to remove the chain around my legs and hand I don’t want to die like this, I don’t want his filthy hand touch me, I would better die than getting raped by him I tried so hard to break the chain, I see blood oozing out, but I don’t care I want to save myself from him, he chuckled seeing my attempts getting failed I tried again with all my strength looks like god showed mercy on me, the chain broke making my hands and leg free from it “Woo, look there the wild tigress, damn you baby girl, your act of this makes me want you more, to fuck you hard, baby but you can never escape from me”