Loving The Cold Hearted Mr Ceo Novels & Stories

Howard was still sad as he put away his belongings in his own office. Today is his last day as a CEO. Even though he may pray for all the saints, his father's decision to teach him to find his compassionate self will not change. He didn't think it would be able to blackmail him, because if he didn't agree and tried to run away, all his property would be held and he would have no career to return to. The box with the black marker written on the top of the box caught his attention.

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.”

“ You always take what's mine. But what you think was yours, has always been mine.” “ Hey, Tyler, mum is calling, lunch is ready.” Tessa's chuckling voice called from behind, and she came forward, grabbed Tyler, and ran past him….like…he didn't even exist. That right there…that was what did it. All the pain. The betrayal. The unanswered questions. The confusion. How he was treated…made Grayson the numb, cold, and indifferent dangerous CEO. The one so intimidating that no one could dare touch. The one whose coldness could freeze. The one whose heart was dead… until she arrived again…years later…proposed to be his wife.

The homeless man’s heart pounded, and his breathing got ragged. "I can crush you, or... save you," Vincent said in a voice that cut deep. Keeping his face hard. "I am the CEO of De&J. So I can do whatever I want," he added. His tone matched Damian’s so closely that anyone who had never seen their faces might have believed it. The homeless man fell for the lie too. All powerful men sound the same, the homeless man thought. After a shaky clearing of his throat, the homeless man said, "I will do it. But keep your promise. I will come for you if you break it." He tried to sound brave.

he mocked. I sighed and swallowed hard. I was really pissed the last time I was here; the HR department had confirmed my qualifications, but the CEO had his own demands. I left in a rage. He took his foot off his table and pushed the chair out from behind the desk, I guess to have an unobstructed view of me. "So tell me, Miss Annabel, what brings you back to my office?" he asked. His face was cold again, expressionless. Oh my! That accent would have been better if it came from a nicer guy. This man gives me the chills. He was damn hot, yet cold as ice. Why do the handsome guys have to be jerks? I haven’t stopped asking myself that question for months.

Employees milling in the lobby or hurrying to their desks paused, their murmurs rippling like waves. "Is that Mrs. Frost?" one whispered. "He's holding her hand—Mr. Frost never shows affection like that." Another added, "She must be something special to melt the ice king." The stares were a mix of curiosity and awe; Colden was infamous for his glacial demeanor, a CEO who ruled with an iron fist and rarely revealed personal vulnerabilities. Now, here he was, openly linked to his wife, a public declaration that silenced doubts about their union post-scandal.

Well, not that I was expecting something good from my indifferent spouse. Biting my bottom lip, I took off my glasses and closed my laptop, scrutinizing the unusual emptiness in his expression. During our two years of marriage, I had already grown accustomed to his dominant and overbearing aura—enough to notice the slightest shift in his facial muscles, which spelled danger. There must have been a good reason for the workaholic CEO of Grant Global to appear in our matrimonial home at three in the afternoon on a weekday. “Sure. Do you want me to get you a drink first? It’s scorching outside. This summer seems a tad bit worse than last year. Water? Juice? Iced tea, perhaps?”

Something that connected to the man behind the title… The Cold CEO. And whatever vow he had broken.

Then she turns when she heard the girl's crying voice: "No, I love him. My father forcing me to get married to a man who is two times older than me . Please help us, they will kill him tomorrow and make me married to the old man " Sarah looks at them with sadness, when one man said: "Malkin please leave from there otherwise someone sees you there, this will become a big issue ".Sarah walked out but the whole day their thoughts keep coming to her mind finally she gets up and walk toward the rooms where they both are locked separately.

"Don't go, don't leave me alone." That plea still tugs at me. Somehow, my boss seemed vulnerable and needy at that moment. And I stayed, at least until he fell asleep, then slipped away quietly and returned home. My poor heart is still pounding fiercely in my chest, and it's been hours. For some reason, I can't calm my emotions. On one hand, I'm afraid. Afraid that he'll discover who I really am and through that, uncover my secret. I can't forget who Athos Mazza is. A ruthless businessman with knowledge of rights. A cruel lawyer who has never lost a case, but mainly, a man with a cold heart who doesn't care about the feelings of those around him. But on the other hand, he showed himself to b