Escaping His Chains: The Ruthless Ceo's Secret Lover Novelas e Histórias

But love in this world came with chains made of dopamine and metal beads and hidden truths. And I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep fighting my own subconscious while trying to protect my future as a federal prosecutor. The uncertainty of Phase V without me as the optimal anchor, the image of Amara’s flushed face after that kiss, the hidden twins in Zurich, Carlisle’s painful story on the phone — all of it pressed down on me as I lay in his arms, my body still aching from a dream I couldn’t escape. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep again.

“You’re joking.” “I’m serious.” Jonathan stepped closer, his voice low. “You’ll never be able to leave me.” Emma met his gaze without fear. Just wait, she thought. After all my goals are achieved. *** The night of the party arrived. Crystal chandeliers hung magnificently. Classical music flowed softly. Jonathan held Emma’s waist possessively. “All eyes are on us.” Emma smiled, playing her role perfectly. Then applause echoed through the room. “The youngest son of the Clayton family,” the host’s voice rang out. “The new CEO of our company. Alex Clayton.”

"Stop it. Just stop." The vulnerability in his voice made her hesitate. But only for a second. Chelsea swallowed hard, but she refused to recoil. Because now it all made sense. The pieces were fitting together in a way that was both clear and terrifying. Her friend—the man she cared for at the facility—was the man they had abandoned to a life of guilt and loneliness because of a family secret no one would name. "Davis, Robert deserves to be—" "You are home, Chelsea," Davis announced, his voice deathly cold as he stared straight through the windshield.

Elena’s heels clicked against the marble floor of the Cross Industries atrium, echoing into the silence that had followed the chaos of the day. Her mind raced faster than her steps. Hours ago, she’d uncovered the hidden clause in the contract that bound her to Damian—not just in marriage, but in every major decision of her life. It wasn’t just business; it was control. And the man she thought she was beginning to understand had signed every line of it.

what he'd do. Now didn't seem like the time to mention that. My chin dropped to my chest as I exhaled. "Nox, please." He cleared his throat. "Mr. Demetri. Listen closely. This is exactly what you will do." I swallowed. The rush of blood coursing through my ears, my injured pride, and the multiple rebuttals forming in my head all worked together to dim the volume of his words. Nevertheless, I listened. "Go down to the street. My driver is waiting. His name is Isaac, and he'll recognize you." "I-I—” "Miss Collins, your opportunity to negotiate has passed. It's time for our reunion. I paid handsomely for it." I may have thought it before, but now it was official: Nox owned me. I'd sold my soul

“Greed is one of the deadly sins, my husband. You keep all the secrets, want me to yourself, and prefer your brother remains lost when he ain’t dead.” “He hurt you.” The chains rattled as I raised my hands. “You aren’t any different.” He padded to the bed stand, opening the dish. The spicy aroma filled the room, making my mouth water. My stomach grumbled, but I held onto my pride like a shield. “Everyone must have been looking for me. Kevin doesn’t do well without me,” I crawled on the bed, eyes pleading. “If you have any love for me. Let me go. Please.”

“I think… I think we’re about to be surrounded.” “What do you mean by that? I paid you people to monitor everything!” “I don’t know how it happened. Hen said the system glitched. By the time we fixed it, they were already close.” “How close?” “They’ll land any moment now. And yes, we’re sure.” “Damn it!” he shouted, kicking a table over. “Fix this rubbish!” No time to waste. He turned immediately and made his way toward the hidden exit, but he wasn’t leaving without the woman he loved.

Christopher said, rising from the bed. As soon as he left the room, I sprang into action. With my unbound hands, I frantically tried to remove the chains from my ankles. Sweat dripped down my face as I struggled, but the chains refused to budge. Fear gripped me, my heart racing with every passing second. What if Christopher returns before I escape? I yanked at the chains again, desperation fueling my strength. But they wouldn't give. Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside the room. Christopher was returning.

His hair was usually styled neatly but right now, it was wet and fell over his forehead messily, making him look more handsome. He had mesmerising cerulean blue eyes that were like whirlpools that could suck you in. They seemed magical. Whenever he looked into her eyes, it was as if he could see through her soul. The man was none other than Aaron Wentworth, the CEO of the Wentworth group. He was Tessa’s boss and she was his senior assistant but secretly, they were lovers, sneakily linking up when no one was looking. Regardless, Tessa thought they had a special connection and there was something more between them.

Maxwell's pov, I knew if I ever wanted to escape from the clutches of Judith's torment, I had to take a bold step towards freedom. And the first step was quitting my job at the company. My girlfriend, Amihan's birthday was coming up and I wanted to make it as special as possible, especially since I had begun to feel threatened by Derrick's presence. He seemed to be a rival for Amihan's affections and I was determined to show her that I was the one she truly belonged with.