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

Right after I had my uterine scraping procedure, Ian called. "Construction on Tina's new home officially starts today. I'm going over to keep an eye on things, so don't wait for me for dinner. "You're on your period today. Don't wander around outside for too long. Go home and get some rest." I touched my flat stomach and couldn't speak for a long time. All this time, Ian and Tina had been the design firm's poster children. One was a specialist in hard finishes, while the other was a prodigy in soft furnishings. Even our marital home had been designed by the two of them working together. But every time we discussed the plans, Ian would pull out another set of blueprints he had painstaki

A newscaster stood in front of a high-security prison, her expression grim. “...Selene Westbrook, the billionaire heiress, and convicted felon, has successfully escaped from the maximum-security facility in a daring and highly coordinated operation. Authorities are urging the public to remain vigilant as the search for Selene intensifies.” My breath caught in my throat. "She escaped?" Elias ran a hand through his hair, pacing in front of the couch like a caged lion. "It was only a matter of time. I should have seen this coming." "You couldn't have known," I said, though even I struggled to believe my own words. Selene had always been one step ahead, cunning and ruthless in ways that made her

His sharp profile was completely cast in stone, his expression entirely unreadable ever since they had walked out of the executive suite at Sterling Global. The conversation from the private conference room still lingered heavily in the back of her mind, repeating like a broken record. *Silas Cross.* *The upcoming audit.* *The Friday gala.* *The ring.* And then, of course, there was the massive, looming riddle that she couldn't quite untangle: the fact that Kaelen had somehow purchased the original diamond ring exactly six months before she had ever sent him that catastrophic, accidental email. That particular mystery remained tightly locked inside a box in her mind, a box she had absolutely

“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.

“If Crane drags you into his world, I won’t be able to protect you.” Her heart skipped. “Protect me? Or protect yourself?” His eyes flickered—just briefly, but enough for her to see it. Pain. Regret. Something human behind the mask of the cold CEO. Before she could ask, he stepped back, walls slamming shut around him once more. “Go inside,” he ordered. “And for once, Elena, do as I say.” She should have obeyed. But as she turned toward the door, she knew this wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning. Because Damian Cross wasn’t the only one hiding secrets. And sooner or later, hers would surface too.

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

“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.

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.

She said defensively and I raised a brow. "What I asked for was not up to a quarter if what you collected from the company," I said and watched her countenance changed. "Mind your business Karl. You've gotten what you wanted just stay off my back," She said. "How did you even managed to pull such a huge heist?" I scoffed. "It was quite simple because my lover had a working brain and knew how best to use it. He helped forged Dalisay and Regina's signature and I took over from there,"