Novel Penjara Hati Ceo Novels & Stories

After being released from prison on Christmas Eve, I find my wife, Jessica Wright, waiting outside the gates with our daughter, Penny Joyner. The late fall sky stretches overhead in a warm, golden hue, but the look in Jessica's eyes is cold. "How annoying," she says. "They just had to let you out in time for Christmas dinner." Penny covers her nose in disgust. "Mom, Dad smells awful! I still like Uncle Caleb better." I remember how Jessica used Grandma's illness to force me to take the fall for her first love, Caleb Moore. Because of her, I went to prison in his place. It is also Penny's words that finally destroy the last of my hope. She says, "Dad, just go. Uncle Caleb will take goo

In Maxine's perspective, they cannot be ashamed if their son's fiancée is not attractive, so they arranged the hotel penthouse so that she could stay comfortably and not disgrace them. If you ask Maxine, she never imagined she'd be able to stay at this type of hotel. She had no desire for a luxurious lifestyle. That's why she wasn't astonished when she arrived and checked into the hotel. But, if you ask her, this hotel is really stunning and amazing. The accommodation is beautiful, with first and second floors.

Mira heard the rumors in the office that Nick designed his penthouse, and she was always curious of how it looked inside. It is only a dream to enter this company as an employee, I shouldn't think of things that are out of reach and she took a deep breath to bring herself back to world, she entered the building and rushed to the sixtieth floor where CEO's office is located. She made a quick stop at the CEO's exclusive pantry, located on the sixtieth floor. All the floors above sixtieth floor are exclusive for the distinguised guests and friends and family of Nick. There are exclusive lifts from the underground parking to those floors. And even the parking levels for the employees and residen

But he'd have to think again if he was looking to intimidate her. "It's a minute to," Cara let her know. "He's also overly punctual." Amanda walked towards the door. "Say no more." Another elevator ride two floors up took her where she was headed. Janelle, the new assistant at the CEO's office, welcomed her. Amanda stopped her mind in its tracks when it tried to bring up the face of the assistant who had worked there before. The woman her fiancé cheated on her with. The one who was his partner in crime in his attempt to scam her into a marriage.

Headlines screamed across every network: > “BREAKING: Missing Woman Found on Agyis Property” “Sources Link Liam Agyis to Underground Captivity” “CEO’s Half-Brother Implicated in Shocking Scandal” My name. My face. All over the screen. Exactly where I wanted it. I sat alone in my penthouse, high above the city, untouched by the frenzy below. The windows stretched from floor to ceiling, offering a panoramic view of Manhattan—every light, every honk, every footstep below me like ants in a glass case.

"You came to get me out of here, right?" I stepped into the room, and Alex followed. The instant Celia saw him, her expression shifted into a stormy one. "What the hell is he doing here?" she demanded, her voice harsh. Alex remained silent, but his hand found the small of my back, gently reminding me that he was there. I sat down across from Celia, trying to keep my expression calm. "How are you doing, Celia?" She laughed bitterly. "How do you think I'm doing? That bastard," she jerked her chin toward Alex, "had me locked up in a filthy cell like some common criminal. You need to get me out of here, Emma. I don't deserve this."

All she had left was the weight of her own shame and the icy reality of spending the rest of her life in prison. The gallery's eyes followed Elena everywhere she went as she was led out of the courthouse, their murmurs and whispers an unsettling chorus of criticism and contempt. With her wings taken away, she plummeted from the pinnacles of her previous splendor into the abyss of hopelessness, transformed into a fallen angel. Jace and Avalynn stood still, their gaze fixed on Elena's dwindling figure. When Jace's phone vibrated, the sound of the gavel was still audible throughout the courtroom. He glanced at the screen and saw the name of the housekeeper at his grandfather's house, which made

"It's about the reason I was forced to return to the hacienda. Something very serious happened to Egil's wife, young Valencia." Egil opens his eyes when he hears his Aunt Irene's voice, but he doesn't say anything, just remains silent, watching them interact. "I don't know if you're aware of the confrontation between Petra and Adelaide," Gage nods. "The thing is, Vítor ordered that the young woman be imprisoned in the basement. She was tortured and poisoned for two days in that place. She's in critical condition, and we're not sure if she'll survive." Egil listens stoically to his aunt's words. A knot forms in his throat. How is that possible? How could Vítor take such liberties? The fact th

Beautiful, even. Disgust and horror slam into me so hard I struggle to breathe. What have I done? I slap a hand over my mouth to choke back the sob rising in my throat, then slap my own cheek hard. The sting buds across my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the embarrassment boiling through my veins. How could I? How could I have given my body to this bastard? The man I have hated with every fiber of my being for five years. The rude, prideful, insufferable CEO who has made my life a living hell.

Another one was when we were entering the hotel. "W-who did these come from?" I asked softly. "No one knows who did this," she answered. I looked at the comments. And just as I expected, most of them were negative. "Looks like the CEO already replaced his former girlfriend." “The secretary is pretty." "Office romance?" “I thought Sabrina came back." "Poor Sabrina." I shook my head as I handed the phone back to her. "This isn’t true," I said. “I know. We all know that you and Mr. Guevarra went there for a business trip. But you know how social media is. Before you even get the chance to explain the truth, people have already created stories in their minds.”