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

I sat down on the office chair to look at her . "I'm not evil . I'm human and I'm in love... With you. I had a dream just last night ... We were making love ." " I am not staying and people are coming soon. Massa you can thank Ruth for me leaving. What the jelly beans just happened... I can't catch feelings .I'm all hot and bothered and its soon early." Cleo walked to the door and unlocked it . I walked to her chair behind the desk and held up her car keys and purse.

Yesterday, she remembered booking room 9999, but today the key card said 6666, and her clothes were in that room, so she assumed she must have made a mistake. Dante woke up, looked around, but saw no one. He was slightly annoyed—the woman from last night was nowhere to be found. Dante frowned and rubbed his head, which was still aching from the previous night. On the table, he noticed a stack of cash and a note that read, "I only have $1,000. Please accept it." Dante sneered; the woman had mistaken him for a gigolo. In the CEO's suite, a man entered, bowing respectfully to Dante. By now, Dante had changed into a black suit and was seated at his desk.

By the time she regained her wits, Monica had stormed out of her office. "Poor Moni...what will happen when you find out that the other slut trapped Leo and has a child for him"Martha muttered disdainfully, she didn't understand how these street girls used their charms to trap the rich and well-refined men. Vivienne was the clever one to have trapped Victor Ellison. A man every woman desires Thinking up to here, Martha's eyes narrowed into slits. The sound of cracking knuckles showed nothing but rage. Her expression morphed into an unpleasant one as she reached for her phone from the desk and dialed a number.

What more could be the reason why she escaped aside from the petty scandal she was involved in? "What a filthy woman..." he whispered in contempt before he finished his glass, still looking at the night view of the city as if he could see Michelle’s soul in it. "I will figure out what you’ve been doing all this time. Just so you wait, wife." *** THE NEXT AFTERNOON, he went to the restaurant owned by Jose Bianchi himself. Wearing a black trench coat and a hat, Ethan wanted to investigate personally, as he liked to see with his own eyes whether that man and his long-lost wife were in a relationship or not.

Until finally— The last letter. The last one he had kept. Her hands trembled as she opened it. It was shorter than the others. Only one sentence. If you try to leave me, I will take everything from you. Vivienne’s breath hitched. Everything. She dropped into the chair behind his desk. Her father hadn’t controlled Margaux. Margaux had controlled him. Her hands covered her mouth. He hadn’t been protecting his empire. He had been trapped inside it. A soft sound broke the silence.

But as I entered the ballroom, making more than a few heads snap toward me, I realized that freedom here might be equally dangerous. I lifted my chin an inch and headed to the table with desserts. I grabbed a bite-sized praline before moving to one of the bars to snatch a glass of champagne. I barely swallowed my little dessert when three women strode toward me. I inwardly cursed, bracing myself. They were hoping to settle the hierarchy, show me where my place was. Well, they obviously weren't aware that I had dealt with women like them before. I recognized them almost immediately. Their “leader,” a black-haired woman with fake D-cup boobs, was Ravenna Guzzo, the newest wife of Franco Guzzo.

“Someone will come in.” He smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Let them come,” he teased, his grip firm yet gentle. “You’re going to be my wife anyway.” Before she could respond, a deliberate throat-clearing sounded from the doorway. Eloise froze, her eyes widening as she quickly extricated herself from his hold. She stepped back, patting her flushed cheeks with trembling hands. “I-I’ll be in my room, Chairman,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Without waiting for a response, she spun on her heel and hurried out, her steps echoing in the otherwise silent room.

“Because your father’s company submitted an investment proposal to me. I traced its history. And guess what I found? The previous CEO was you, Chelley Rothschild. Until you lost it… in a classified, undisclosed lawsuit.” My breath hitched. The air turned heavy, suffocating. Memories crashed over me like a tidal wave. My ex-husband’s evil schemes. Cierra’s viciousness, their poisonous betrayal. How they framed me for their miscarriage… They planned and killed their own unborn child and sacrificed it to jail me and steal everything I have… My father’s legacy… I felt my knees weaken. My chest heaved, burning with the reminder of why I’d even considered Romano’s deal in the first place.

"What is it?" "I need to escape," I whisper. "I can’t stay here. If I do, he’ll kill this baby. He’ll… he’ll kill me." Lysaa’s eyes widen in shock, but she quickly schools her expression, glancing toward the door as if Calvin might barge in at any moment. "Escape?" she whispers. "How? He keeps you chained up all the time." "I don’t know," I admit, the desperation clear in my voice. "But I have to try. If I don’t get out, I’ll lose this baby. I can’t… I can’t lose another one."

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