CEO's Runaway Lover: My Cold Ex Begs For My Love Again
Four years ago, Madelynn accepted money from Caiden's family and vanished. She thought it was for the best-he would remain the untouchable heir while she faced her tough life alone.
When they met again, Caiden humiliated her in public, yet appeared when she was cornered by a difficult client, pulling her back into his life.
He forced her to stay as his lover, using her mother's medical bills as leverage, whispering, "What you owe me... you'll repay the same way."
Madelynn believed he despised her. Only after the accident, when he ran toward her before the explosion, did she understand-he never let go.
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Chapter 3
"Why are you giving me this envelope?" Madelynn asked, her brows tightening slightly.
Danny tapped the envelope in front of him. "The Dawson Group is holding the quarterly meeting tomorrow. I need you to deliver a written apology to them. You won't have to meet anyone; just leave it at reception."
He paused for a moment. "It's nothing more than procedure. Once that's done, the matter should settle itself."
Madelynn looked at the envelope but made no move to pick it up.
"I understand this feels unfair," Danny said, his tone gentler now. "But that's the nature of this industry. When the client asks for something, we comply. Just consider it helping the company."
After a brief pause, Madelynn reached out and took the envelope.
However, instead of heading back to her desk, she went straight downstairs.
It was a little past eleven when her taxi pulled up outside the Dawson Group building.
Inside, the receptionist, a young woman, straightened the moment Madelynn mentioned Caiden's name. Her expression immediately turned cautious. "Do you have an appointment?"
"No," Madelynn replied. "Just please give this to him."
She had just placed the envelope on the counter when someone called out behind her.
"Miss Douglas?"
She turned around.
Standing near the elevator was Jed Rogers, his expression stiff with recognition and something close to reluctance.
As Caiden's assistant, he had interacted with her often in the past.
"I'm only here to drop something off," Madelynn said, indicating the envelope. "Since that's done, I'll be leaving now."
"Hold on." Jed stepped closer, his gaze dropping briefly to the envelope. Noticing it hadn't been sealed, he raised a brow. "An apology letter?"
Madelynn didn't deny it, saying nothing.
Jed fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "Mr. Dawson is currently in a meeting. You can wait upstairs."
"That won't be necessary."
"It is," Jed said, his tone gaining a firmer edge. "You know how Louis behaves. If this isn't resolved today, he'll keep making an issue of it. That would complicate things for Mr. Dawson."
Madelynn looked at him quietly.
Jed avoided her eyes, saying, "Come with me."
The twenty-eighth floor hadn't changed. Everything looked exactly as it had years ago.
Madelynn found herself standing in the hallway outside the break room, with nowhere to sit and not even a glass of water offered.
Jed had told her, "Please wait here for a moment," but never returned.
She remained by the wall as time dragged on—ten minutes, then twenty, thirty...
A familiar, gnawing pain began to coil in her stomach.
She hadn't eaten breakfast that morning. And the night before, she had barely managed a few spoonfuls of soup.
It was a habit her body had never forgotten—something left over from those years when she juggled multiple jobs and ate only when she could.
Things had improved once, briefly. Back when she was with Caiden, he had been almost obsessive about her meals, making sure she ate on time, even arranging for food to be delivered to her at school.
During that time, the pain had nearly disappeared.
But after they parted ways, it came back as if it had been waiting.
Madelynn pressed her back against the wall and closed her eyes, steadying herself. Just ten more minutes, she decided. If Caiden didn't come out by then, she would leave.
The minutes slipped by.
She opened her eyes.
At the far end of the corridor, the conference room doors swung open. A group of executives stepped out, their polished appearances and composed expressions marking the end of the meeting.
Caiden emerged last, walking alongside someone as he listened, his posture relaxed yet distant.
Then, almost as if something had drawn his attention, he looked up.
From across the wide hallway, his eyes found Madelynn. For a fleeting second, he paused.
And then, just as quickly, he looked away. His conversation resumed, his steps continuing toward his office as though nothing had happened.
Madelynn didn't move.
She watched him getting closer and closer until he passed by her completely, without a glance, without a pause, as if she were no more significant than the décor lining the walls.
Her fingers tightened around the envelope.
"Mr. Dawson," she called out.
Though Caiden stopped, he didn't turn.
"What is it?" His voice was calm and detached.
"I came here to apologize."
"For?"
"For yesterday. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
Silence lingered between them for a few seconds.
Then, Caiden finally turned.
His gaze settled on Madelynn, scanning her face before drifting downward, pausing at the box of stomach medication peeking out from her coat pocket.
He then looked back up.
Her pale complexion said enough.
"So this is your way of apologizing?" he asked.
Unaware of what Caiden had noticed, Madelynn met his tone with equal indifference. "If there's a specific way you prefer, I can follow it."
That answer caught Caiden off guard.
For a moment, it seemed as if he might respond, something flickering in his expression, but it disappeared soon.
In the end, he simply extended his hand. "The letter."
Madelynn placed the envelope into his palm.
He didn't open it. Just held it there.
"Anything else?" he asked.
"No."
With that, Madelynn turned immediately, heading toward the elevator.
She had only taken a few steps when his voice came again. "Madelynn."
She stopped but didn't look back.
"I've accepted your apology letter." There was a short pause before he added coldly, "Don't appear in front of me again."
For a second, Madelynn was stunned.
Then, without turning around, she replied quietly, "Understood."
Right then, the elevator doors slid open, and she stepped inside.
Even as the doors closed, she kept her eyes forward, not looking back.
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9.3
On her wedding night at The Plaza Hotel, Clara went looking for her husband.
Instead, she found him in the dimly lit parking garage, passionately pinning down her bridesmaid.
She couldn't even scream or expose them. Just hours before the ceremony, Julian had tricked her into signing away her twenty percent shares of their co-founded company, leaving her completely penniless and unable to pay her grandmother's life-saving medical bills.
Fleeing in absolute despair, a sudden hotel blackout plunged her into a second nightmare. She was dragged into a pitch-black room and brutally violated by a heavily drugged stranger.
When a shattered Clara returned to the office to audit the books and reclaim her power, Julian demoted her to a dusty desk by the trash cans.
He flaunted his mistress in the executive suite and deliberately sent Clara into a horrifying trap. He arranged for vicious clients to drug and assault her, demanding high-definition blackmail photos so he could divorce her with absolutely nothing.
"Since you want to play rough, you can service Mr. Petrocelli tonight," the thug sneered, locking the VIP room door.
Clara was pushed to the brink of hell. Why was the man she devoted three years of her life to trying to destroy her so completely? And why did the freezing cedarwood scent of the stranger who ruined her in the dark perfectly match Conrad Vance, the ruthless CEO and Julian's untouchable uncle?
Rather than let Julian win, Clara smashed a glass bottle, held the jagged edge to her own throat to force the men back, and threw herself off the second-floor balcony into the freezing night.
But the bone-crushing impact never came. A massive figure shot out from the shadows and caught her, and her brutal counterattack finally began.
7.6
Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family.
But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER—her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party.
When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime.
Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student.
Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility.
"We are ensuring her privacy."
Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch.
His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence.
Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage.
How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money?
She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up.
Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow.
"I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her."
She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."
8.2
I went to a private clinic for a routine physical, only to find out I was pregnant.
It was impossible. I took my birth control every single day. But when the doctor tested my pills, they turned out to be high-purity vitamin placebos. My billionaire husband, Denton, had been systematically replacing my medication.
Yet, on our anniversary, he brought my sister Beverly home, demanding a divorce so he could marry her. When I refused to sign a settlement that left me with nothing, he froze my accounts and blacklisted me across New York.
My own father disowned me. When an old friend offered me a job just so I could afford prenatal care, Denton launched a ruthless financial attack to bankrupt his firm.
Then, Beverly got into a car crash. Denton's bodyguards dragged me off the street and forced me into a hospital trauma room. Beverly was hemorrhaging, and I was the only blood match.
I cried and begged Denton to stop, desperately trying to protect my fragile pregnancy without exposing my baby to the monster who controlled my life.
"Please, my body can't handle this. Don't do this to me!"
But he just looked at me with pure disgust and ordered his men to strap me to the chair, forcing the needle into my vein while threatening to kill me if his mistress died.
As I dragged my bleeding, cramping body out of the hospital into the freezing snow, my last shred of hope died.
I touched my stomach and made a vow: I would disappear, and I would make them all pay.
7.4
Avery thought she'd found her happily ever after with Ethan, the charming billionaire who swept her off her feet in Willow Creek. But after one night of passion, he vanished, leaving her heartbroken and alone. She returned home to find her grandmother, her only family, had passed away.
Devastated, Avery discovered a shocking truth: she was the daughter of a millionaire who'd left her a vast fortune. Relocated to New York, she met Ethan again, but this time, he was determined to win her back. Unbeknownst to him, Avery had been hiding a life-changing secret: she's the mother of his twin babies.
As Avery navigates her complicated past and the wicked family members who despise her, Ethan's pursuit becomes relentless. He'll stop at nothing to reclaim the love they shared, but Avery's secrets threaten to tear them apart. Can she trust him with her heart and the truth about their children, or will it drive them further apart?
Ethan's words echoed in her mind: "I've been searching for you for six years, Avery. I won't let you go again." But Avery's secrets were only the beginning. Little did Ethan know, their love story was only just beginning...
9.0
Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over.
Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned.
Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract.
Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth.
In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?
9.2
Nica caught her boyfriend, Chris, and her best friend, Ella, in a shocking betrayal. Chris was kissing Ella while caressing her close, and Ella only smirked at Nica as if she had won. Nica got pissed off and swore she would not let their betrayal go unpunished. What happens next? Read the story and find out for yourself.