
The CEO Who Won't Let Me Go
I've always been the unwanted child-the invisible one. The rebel no one ever tried to understand.
And yet, I never resented my perfect, beloved sister. All I ever wanted was for her to be happy.
But one cruel twist of fate-and a devastating betrayal by someone I trusted-changed everything.
I woke up in a stranger's bed, losing the one thing I had guarded so carefully. Back then, I thought that was my greatest loss.
I was wrong.
Because not long after, my sister introduced me to her fiancé.
And the man standing in front of me... was the same stranger from that night.
Now he haunts me-day and night, in my dreams and in my waking hours. And just when I start to believe the nightmare might finally fade with the dawn, Alan walks back into my life.
This time, he has no intention of letting me forget.
Not the insult I dealt him.
...or that one unforgettable night.
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Chapter 2
Alan
“How do you like the bride?” a voice called from the driver’s seat, pulling me away from the contract Levin and I had been going over all evening.
“Ordinary,” I said flatly, trying to picture the girl he’d praised so enthusiastically earlier, as if he were selling something far more valuable than his usual worthless offers. Which wasn’t surprising. This was just a deal. One that would save Philip’s business. “It’s obvious they think very highly of their daughter. That makes her perfect for what I need.”
“You still haven’t changed your mind?”
My friend let out a quiet sigh and looked at me in the rearview mirror. He didn’t need an answer. It was written all over my face.
Over the years, my need for revenge had only grown stronger, and now that everything was finally in motion, nothing was going to stop it.
What made it even worse was that Levin remembered nothing.
He’d greeted me with that same bright, sickening smile, like we were old friends.
And now he was more than willing to hand over his daughter to the man whose life he had once ruined—without realizing he was sending his own child straight into the lion’s den.
Children shouldn’t pay for their parents’ sins.
No matter how many times I reminded myself of that, every time I looked at that pretty little thing, I felt a flicker of contempt.
And something darker.
I wasn’t going to hurt her.
But that was where my mercy ended.
“He has two daughters, doesn’t he?” I asked, remembering I was supposed to have a choice tonight, even though only one of them had shown up.
“Yes. Two.” Rinat glanced down at the tablet in his hands, then passed it to me. The screen showed nothing but a blurry photo of a girl from behind. “That’s all we’ve got. I have to admit, he’s been careful about keeping the second daughter out of sight. There are only two possible explanations. Either there’s something wrong with her... or she matters more to him than the first one. Want me to look into it?”
“No. Don’t bother.” I handed the useless thing back and leaned my head against the seat.
It didn’t matter which daughter Levin gave me. Either way, it would end with his downfall.
“Work on the new contract instead. Since we’re not family yet, he’ll go over every line. Make sure there’s nothing he can pick apart.”
“It’ll be ready by Monday.”
The car stopped in front of a nightclub.
The second I saw the bright neon crown above the entrance, the tie around my neck suddenly felt too tight. I loosened it with one sharp tug and stepped out of the car, leaving behind responsibility, control, and everything else that came with them.
I needed a break.
It had been far too long since I’d let myself have one.
This was one of the few places where the city’s elite came to unwind. The service was flawless, the alcohol expensive, and there were always beautiful women around to make the night more interesting.
Expecting nothing more than a few quiet drinks, I headed down the hallway.
Then someone slammed right into me.
A clumsy little thing appeared out of nowhere and spilled her drink all over me.
Dark liquid splashed across my shirt and jacket, and for the first time in years, my irritation was directed at someone other than my worst enemy.
The girl looked up at me, eyes wide, one hand pressed to her mouth.
There was nothing fake about the expression on her face. None of that practiced sweetness escorts usually wore.
Just real shock.
And real regret.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
The blonde finally looked up at me properly.
She was beautiful.
And in that brief second, I noticed every detail—the curve of her body, the long bare legs, the ridiculously short dress that showed far too much and somehow still made me want more.
“Everything okay, Al?” Rinat stepped up beside me, immediately noticing the stain on my jacket.
It wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t care about things like that. I’d throw the jacket away without a second thought.
But those wide, frightened eyes...
I suddenly wanted to push her a little. Just to see what she would do.
“No,” I said, keeping my eyes on her. “It’s not. How exactly are you planning to make this up to me?”
Girls like her usually only had one thing to offer.
I expected the usual reaction.
Instead, she changed right in front of me.
The frightened little thing disappeared.
In her place was a tigress.
Her eyes sharpened, suddenly full of confidence and challenge, like she knew she had the upper hand. Without looking away, the blonde reached into her purse, pulled out a few bills, and slipped them into the breast pocket of my jacket.
Her fingers brushed the fabric.
A slow, satisfied smile curved her lips.
“There’s a dry cleaner around the corner,” she said coolly. “They’ll make it look like nothing ever happened. That should cover it. Keep the change.”
Then she turned and walked away, hips swaying with every step.
For one brief second, I wanted to go after her.
To stop her.
To put her back in her place.
But I pushed the thought aside just as quickly.
“You seriously let her walk away?” Rinat asked, sounding genuinely surprised as he watched her disappear into the crowd.
I pulled the money from my pocket and looked down at it.
It was more than enough.
Way more.
She’d probably just handed me half of everything she’d earned in the last few weeks.
“I know that look, Al,” Rinat said with a grin. “Want me to arrange something?”
“If it’s not too much trouble.” I tightened my fingers around the bills. “I need to give this back to her. Maybe throw in a little extra. For being brave.”
Rinat smirked and headed toward the group the blonde had been standing with.
Within minutes, the redhead in the group was already laughing at something he’d said.
I stayed where I was, slowly sipping my whiskey and watching from a distance.
The club wasn’t very crowded tonight.
I didn’t see anyone I knew, though there were a few familiar faces.
Like Tikhonov, the TV anchor, scanning the room with the cold, calculating look of a predator.
He wasn’t here to have fun.
He was hunting.
And whoever became his story tonight was in for a very bad time.
“Half an hour. Second room,” Rinat said when he came back and dropped into the chair across from me.
“Perfect. What are you going to do until then?”
“I’m thinking about joining that group over there.” He nodded toward three slim girls standing by the bar. “I like the brunette.”
“Fine. But keep an eye on Tikhonov while you’re at it,” I said. “I have no desire to end up on camera. Especially not the one he’s probably hiding under that ridiculous lace collar.”
“Of course,” Rinat said with a grin. “Enjoy yourself.”
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7.2
In the roaring flames of the abandoned warehouse, my skin blistered and peeled.
Through the crackling fire, my sister Elara's malicious voice echoed. She told me my husband, Damien, was dead, and it was all my fault.
For years, I had treated Damien like a monster. I fought him, threw tantrums, and desperately tried to escape our marriage, all because I blindly followed Elara's advice.
"Remember, the harder you fight, the more disgusted he'll get."
She texted me things like that, telling me to smash vases over his head and run away, claiming she was protecting me.
In reality, she was poisoning my mind, stealing my valedictorian spot at university, and plotting to crawl into my billionaire husband's bed.
My foolish rebellion cost me everything, ultimately leading to Damien's tragic death and my own fiery end.
As the massive explosion tore my consciousness to shreds, I finally understood who truly loved me and who the real monster was.
I died suffocating on my own agonizing regret, wishing I could tear Elara apart.
Then, a rush of freezing air punched into my lungs.
I opened my eyes to the crisp scent of cedar and mint. I was back seven years ago, on the very night our marriage was supposed to go to hell.
This time, looking at Damien's flawless, unscarred face, I didn't push him away.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and made a silent vow: I would make every single person who ever hurt him bleed.

8.9
Betrayed by the people she trusted most, Ava Lin's perfect life shatters overnight. From losing her mother under mysterious circumstances to being tormented by her stepmother and stepsister, Ava learns early that love in her world comes at a price. But nothing prepares her for the ultimate betrayal,catching her fiancé in bed with her own sister just weeks before their wedding.
Humiliated and heartbroken, Ava makes a reckless decision that changes everything: a contract marriage to a stranger. What she doesn't know is that her new husband is Elias Ward,a powerful, cold-hearted billionaire with secrets of his own.
Thrown into a world of wealth, power, and hidden enemies, Ava finds herself entangled in a dangerous game of revenge, lies, and unexpected passion. As she rises from the ashes of betrayal, those who once destroyed her will stop at nothing to bring her down even if it means exposing deadly secrets buried in her past.
But when love begins to bloom in the most unexpected place, Ava must decide,will she continue fighting for revenge, or risk everything for a second chance at love?
In a story filled with scandal, heartbreak, and justice, one woman's pain becomes her greatest strength... and her ultimate weapon.

9.7
Clarissa rushed into a crowded nightclub for one simple reason: to save her wildly drunk best friend.
But her ruthless billionaire husband, Giovanny, was watching from the VIP room. After effortlessly ruining a man just for grabbing her wrist, Giovanny punished Clarissa for breaching their public image contract with an impossible curfew.
When she inevitably arrived back at his penthouse late, he didn't just yell. He forced her to her knees by his bathtub to wash his back, making her watch an explicit, humiliating video as punishment.
A sudden family medical emergency dragged them to his parents' estate. Still in her soaked, transparent dress and his misbuttoned shirt, Giovanny's mother caught them. She joyfully assumed they had been passionately intimate.
Instead of clearing her name, Giovanny pulled Clarissa close and lied to his mother's face.
"We are working very hard on the family's future, Mother."
He locked her in the guest suite, tossed a sheer silk nightgown on the bed, and literally shattered the tablet holding their "no-contact" prenuptial agreement. He then slapped a file against the window—he had secretly bought all her father's toxic debt.
Clarissa was terrified. They were supposed to be business allies bound by a strict contract. Why was he suddenly acting like a predator determined to own her body and soul?
"Give me an heir, or your father goes to federal prison," he whispered.
Stripped of all choices, Clarissa picked up the white silk. She would surrender tonight to save her family, but as his shadow swallowed her, she made a silent vow to survive this monster, and one day, tear his empire to the ground.

8.7
Five years ago, I was the invisible scholarship charity case at an elite Manhattan prep school, trying to survive in a sea of trust-fund babies.
Arlo Hammond, the untouchable billionaire heir, made sure to completely dismantle my soul.
When his wealthy friends asked if he noticed me, his mocking laughter echoed down the hallway.
"Are you out of your mind? You seriously think I'd be interested in a boring little nerd like her?"
But the moment we were alone, he would corner me in dark alleys, pinning my wrists against brick walls with terrifying, possessive jealousy if my phone even buzzed. He played his twisted games until I was left standing in the rain with my shattered dignity.
Now, I am an Assistant District Attorney. I spent years burying those memories under mountains of legal files.
But tonight, he returned.
When we crossed paths at an exclusive club, he looked at me with the cool detachment he'd give a piece of furniture. In front of a crowd of elites, he coldly declared:
"We have absolutely nothing to do with each other anymore."
Then he walked away to pick up a supermodel, leaving me trembling from the sheer humiliation.
I didn't understand. If I was so worthless to him, why did he still have my birthday tattooed in dark ink on his wrist? Why did he look at me with such raw, painful vulnerability in the shadows?
I stared at my pale reflection in the mirror and made a silent vow.
I am not that pathetic seventeen-year-old anymore, and I will prove to him that I am completely, entirely over him.

7.6
My father raised seven brilliant orphans to be my potential husbands. For years, I only had eyes for one of them, the cold and distant Damien Paul, believing his distance was a wall I just had to break through.
That belief shattered last night when I found him in the garden, kissing his foster sister, Eve—the fragile girl my family took in at his request, the one I had treated like my own sister.
But the true horror came when I overheard the other six Fellows talking in the library.
They weren't competing for me. They were working together, orchestrating "accidents" and mocking my "stupid, blind" devotion to keep me away from Damien.
Their loyalty wasn't to me, the heiress who held their futures in her hands. It was to Eve.
I wasn't a woman to be won. I was a foolish burden to be managed. The seven men I grew up with, the men who owed my family everything, were a cult, and she was their queen.
This morning, I walked into my father's study to make a decision that would burn their world to the ground. He smiled, asking if I'd finally won Damien over.
"No, Dad," I said, my voice firm. "I'm marrying Hunter Beach."

7.5
To survive a lethal genetic breakdown, Holden, a legendary mercenary known as "Ghost," was forced into an arranged marriage with the wealthy heiress Julia Ramsey.
But the moment he stepped into the lavish estate wearing an oil-stained jacket, he was treated like absolute garbage.
Julia accused him of being a perverted stalker, pulling a gun on him and demanding he be thrown out. Even after Holden used a forbidden kinetic strike to save her grandfather from a fatal heart attack, the family still looked at him with pure disgust. Julia confined him to a cramped guest room, warning him to stay out of her life. To make matters worse, his other estranged fiancée, an elite military commander, barged into the penthouse just to throw an annulment in his face.
"You are a pathetic, bottom-feeding parasite! You have no ambition. You hide in this woman's apartment like a stray dog. You are entirely beneath me."
She mocked him in front of Julia, completely blind to the fact that Holden had just effortlessly incapacitated her Tier-1 operative with a single strike. They all thought he was just a greedy, low-class thug clinging to their wealth. They had no idea they were mocking an apex predator who commanded the city's underground and hunted mutant monsters for sport.
When Julia forced him to attend a high-society yacht party as part of a trap to publicly humiliate him, Holden just smirked and took a sip of his cheap beer.
He was more than happy to play along, already calculating exactly how he was going to tear their arrogant little world apart.