A deal with the ceo
The night before my wedding, my life shattered in the most brutal way. I came home earlier than expected and found the man I was about to marry in bed with my own cousin. Betrayed, humiliated, and heartbroken, I ran-without knowing where to go.
That same night, fate led me to a powerful, untouchable man with a cold demeanor and a dangerous gaze: his boss, a feared and highly respected CEO. What was meant to be a single mistake became a turning point I could never undo.
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Chapter 8
I smiled awkwardly, trying to hide my embarrassment. After all, I shouldn't be proud of listening to something that didn't concern me-it was really impolite.
Nathan: "Is someone with you? Or did you see a ghost?"
Nathan frowned and stepped closer to me. My heart was racing for no reason every time he took a step toward me.
Nathan: "What are you doing here alone? Did you drink?"
He kept getting closer. He glanced at the beer bottle next to me and frowned. He probably didn't like women who drank.
Me: "Well, I... I ended up here by accident. I really didn't mean to overhear your conversation with Alana."
I thought Nathan would ask me if I'd heard him talking to Alana. Since it was me who had eavesdropped, I confessed quickly, looking guilty, before he could say anything.
Nathan: "Since you heard... don't you have anything to say?"
He stepped forward. Since I was sitting on the ground and he was standing, I could only look up at his tall figure.
Me: "Well... Alana is gorgeous... are you really breaking up with her? Honestly, if you still miss her, why not forgive her?"
Even though I would never accept a partner who cheated on me, it was better not to encourage him to break up. He might think I had feelings for him. To be safe, I tried to persuade him to make peace with Alana.
Nathan: "You think I'd forgive a woman who cheated on me?"
My words must have irritated him. His expression darkened, and he looked at me with annoyance. I gave a nervous smile, unsure how to continue. I couldn't help silently cursing him: it was your problem for breaking up with your girlfriend... did you really have to take it out on me?
Me: "It was just a coincidence that I heard your conversation with her."
Nathan: "Besides, Alana and I weren't together. We were just taking what we needed from each other. She wanted luxury and money, and all I wanted was to satisfy my sexual needs."
Me: "Uh, you don't have to explain your relationship to me. I'm not going to expose your secrets. My lips are sealed."
I didn't know why Nathan was explaining his relationship to me. This was only our third conversation. In the end, we were just strangers who had shared a one-night stand.
A heavy silence fell. I felt uneasy with Nathan standing there.
Nathan: "What are you doing here alone at night?"
He spoke again after a long pause.
Me: "Nothing, I was bored... so I came out to drink and relax a little, and get some fresh air."
My good mood soured the moment I remembered my conversation with Perry at noon.
Nathan: "Let's go. I'll take you home."
He shot me a cold look and reached his hand out to me. I took it, my heart beating fast at the physical contact.
Me: "I'll go home by myself. It's easy to find a taxi here."
Instinctively, I wanted to keep some distance. I wanted to leave quickly, but I fell straight into his arms. Instead of helping me up, he pulled me toward him. I ended up pressed against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat, smell his subtle scent... my heart trembled and I froze, forgetting completely to pull away.
Nathan: "Are you really trying to avoid me, Irene? You can't leave now."
He tightened his arms around me and pressed his lips against my ear, his voice dangerously seductive. Suddenly I snapped back to reality and realized he was holding me. I tried to break free, but he was surprisingly strong, and I was stuck.
Me: "Nathan, what do you want? Let me go!"
I looked at him in frustration. I hadn't intentionally eavesdropped on him. What was he trying to do? Scare me?
Nathan: "I want you."
I glared at him, but he didn't seem angry. On the contrary, a smile curved on his lips. He was already handsome, but with that smile... I was completely captivated.
I wasn't a shallow woman, but he was undeniably attractive. And I was drawn to his aristocratic aura. I was charmed... until his strong hands touched my chest. Suddenly I snapped out of my daze and started pushing him away. I was usually reserved, so his behavior irritated me.
Nathan: "We had sex and now you're pretending to be all shy? What exactly is going through your head?"
He looked annoyed by my fierce resistance. He stared at me angrily. He must have had countless women around him, all eager to have him. But I was different. That night had been a mistake-I had been drunk.
Me: "Nothing! Nathan, let go of me!"
I stopped struggling, thinking that by the river he wouldn't dare try anything.
Nathan: "Let me take you home."
He dragged me toward his car. I needed to escape, because once inside, I wouldn't be able to get away. I tried to fight back, but it was pointless.
Me: "What do you want, Nathan? What happened that night was my fault. I was drunk... it was impulsive. I'm sorry. Isn't my apology enough? It was my first time anyway, and you didn't suffer any loss. Just leave me alone, okay?"
Ever since that night, I kept running into Nathan more and more often. Sometimes I wondered if he had planned everything.
Nathan: "So you're saying sleeping with me was just a moment of impulse?"
As soon as he heard me, his handsome face darkened. He clearly wasn't happy with what I said. No man would like to hear that.
Nathan: "Irene, your apology is useless. If you really want me to leave you alone, then show me your sincerity with your actions."
Me: "Then... what do you want from me?"
I looked at him warily. His words gave me a bit of hope. If I could just do what he wanted, maybe he'd leave me alone.
Nathan: "Since it was your mistake for being drunk that night, it's only fair if we have sex one more time-then we'll be even."
Nathan stepped closer with a charming smile. I had to admit he was incredibly attractive, but his closeness made me uneasy.
Me: "You... you're joking, right?"
His words echoed in my mind, and my smile froze. He wanted us to do it again?
Nathan: "Do you think I'm joking? Irene, you just said that night was your fault. So it's only fair if we have sex one more time. Otherwise, I'll feel like I got cheated by a woman."
He looked serious. The more serious he looked, the more I wanted to run. I had been drunk and had slept with him only to get revenge on Perry. I regretted it the moment I sobered up. I didn't want to do it again-not a chance.
Me: "I can do anything to make up for it... except that. Please, we can't do it again."
Me: "I can do anything to make it up to you... except this. Please, we can't do this again."
I said it with an awkward smile and backed away, trying to keep my distance. My gut told me he might actually try something right there and then.
Nathan: "You think you have a choice? No woman can refuse me. Do you hear me? None. Not even you."
He approached slowly, his tone commanding. I was annoyed. This man was so arrogant! Even if he was rich and handsome, how could he be so narcissistic? How dare he think every woman would be interested in him?
I backed away slowly, weighing my options and devising a plan to escape.
Nathan: "You said my thing was big enough, right? I'll give you some more pleasure tonight."
He moved closer. His seductive tone and lecherous gaze made me feel like a lamb to the slaughter, with no chance of escape.
Me: "Let me go, okay? I'm sorry about what happened that night. I beg your mercy, please forgive me!"
I looked at Nathan with pleading eyes. Even though I'd never been a submissive woman, I had to suppress my disgust and feign patheticness to escape tonight.
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I faked the photo and fled to Las Vegas, my last resort. My mission was simple: find my father's illegitimate son, the one secret that could break his hold over me.
My only lead was a grainy picture of a ruthless fixer, a man who cleaned up my father's messes. I found him in a desolate diner, a giant of a man surrounded by a wall of guards.
I gambled everything on a single coin toss for the information I needed. He saw right through my desperate bluff.
He leaned in close, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.
"In my city, the house always wins."
I was left standing there, humiliated and defeated. But as he turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder.
"But you're lucky. Today, I'm just curious what Howard Bright's daughter is doing so far from home."
He had seen me not as a threat, but as a curiosity. I had lost the battle, but I wasn't done yet. I was no longer running. I was hunting.
8.5
Elara spent three years invisible in her marriage to billionaire Damien Cross. When he hands her divorce papers, she disappears without a fight.
Six months later, an accident steals Damien's memory of the past five years. He doesn't remember his ex-wife, but he can't stop searching for the woman with sad eyes who haunts his dreams.
When he finds Elara thriving in Seattle, she refuses to let him back in. But this Damien is nothing like the cold husband she remembers, and as he uncovers their past, devastating secrets emerge.
Can you forgive someone who doesn't remember breaking you?
9.3
Mark & Alex
9.3
Mark Windsor, Australia's most feared and respected CEO, has built walls as high as his empire. After losing his parents, the only warmth left in his life comes from Mary Smith, the woman who cooks his meals and feels more like home than family ever did.
When Mary's son Alex visits the estate, Mark doesn't expect the sharp-tongued, smiling graduate to unsettle him. Alex doesn't expect to fall for the man who owns the house he lives in or the company he refuses to work for.
Forced proximity, secret glances, late-night conversations, and quiet meals slowly turn into something dangerous. When Alex finally joins Mark's company on his own merit, love becomes a risk neither of them can afford.
In a world where reputation matters more than truth, Mark and Alex must decide if love is worth the fall.
9.7
Elena Whitmore always knew falling for her brother's best friend was a mistake. But one stolen night with Grayson Hale changed everything, and cost her more than she ever imagined.
When he vanished without a word, she buried the past and built a life no one could touch. A life that included a daughter Grayson has never known.
Five years later, he's back. Wealthier. Colder. Determined to uncover why she disappeared, and why she's engaged to a man she doesn't love.
As old sparks ignite and buried truths begin to surface, Elena must decide if protecting her secrets is worth sacrificing the only man she ever loved.
9.2
He became crippled because of me,but I ran away from the man I loved...and fell into the arms of his father.
One reckless night with a stranger should have ended there, until I learned the stranger was Lucien Sinclair, the self-made billionaire CEO of the Sinclair Empire.
My ex-boyfriend's father.
Now I'm trapped in a contract marriage with a devil, who forces me to watch my past and present collide under the same roof.
And betrayal? It's my daily dose...especially when my best friend steals my husband right before my eyes.
Then the nightmare turns fatal.
I'm pregnant... with twins.
One child belongs to the father.
The other belongs to the son.
No matter who I choose......someone I love will burn.
7.9
I woke up in a burning warehouse, twelve years after my supposed death. My body had been reset to its physical prime, the deep burn scar on my wrist completely gone.
Through the smoke, my eldest son, Kennard, rushed blindly into the flames. He was screaming the name of the very woman who had orchestrated this trap—Brittnie.
When I tackled him out of the way of a falling steel beam, he didn't recognize my youthful face. Instead, he pinned me to the concrete and nearly crushed my windpipe.
"How much did she pay you to carve up your face to look like a dead woman?"
He hissed the words at me, treating me like a sick corporate spy. For a decade, a bizarre narrative "script" had brainwashed my son, forcing him into pathetic devotion to Brittnie. She had drained his wealth, turned my daughter against him, and hollowed out our family empire.
Whenever Kennard tried to resist her, the mind control punished him with agonizing migraines, driving him to smash his own hands against the wall just to cope with the pain.
Hearing him quietly sobbing outside my locked door, my heart shattered. How could this invisible force torture my brilliant son and turn my family into puppets for a D-list actress?
I dragged him to the hospital for a DNA test.
When the results confirmed my maternity at 99.999%, the cold billionaire collapsed to the floor, weeping in my arms like a lost child.
I wiped his tears and smiled ruthlessly. It was time to take back my empire and burn Brittnie's life to the ground.