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THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 114 LUCY
Lucy..I stood before the mirror, taking in the weary sight reflected back at me. My dark eyes, shadowed and listless, and my skin, dull and dry—all underscore the struggles I’d been facing. There was no way I could present myself to the world looking like this; the signs of my inner trials were written all over my face.With a sigh, I pulled open a panel of my dressing mirror, revealing the neatly arranged array of luxurious makeup and skincare products. Each item cost at least a small fortune, a testament to my relentless pursuit of perfection to my appearance. I selected them with care, meticulously applying each product to my face and skin. As I layered on foundation, concealer, and creams, I hoped to mask the fatigue and stress etched into my facial features, transforming the tired visage into something polished and presentable.After spending a little more than an hour perfecting my look, I examined the result in the mirror. "That's more like it," I muttered, trying out diff
Last Updated : 2024-08-04THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 115 BACK TO BINKY
The CEO..“What was the meaning of that message?” My voice darkened as I inched closer.Binky dashed down the stairs and pulled me into a hug. Her warmth seeped into me, casting the coldness that had been devouring my soul since.“So if I didn’t type that, you wouldn’t have returned?” Her voice soaked in concern. “Everyone has been worried about you.” Her voice softened.How do I miss her voice, her presence?If I hadn’t seen the text message, I wouldn’t have come back. I’m not healed yet. I don’t even know if I could ever get over it. I shook my thoughts—let me just focus on my Binky for tonight. A weak smile formed on my lips. “Everyone?” I questioned. I raised her face by the chin, her eyes locking with mine. “Who is the everyone?”Binky responded with a soft smile. “Fine, I have been worried about you.” A soft frown formed on her face as she crossed her arm. “Now tell me, young man, where did you go? You just vanished—no picking up calls, no replying to texts. Who did you leave
Last Updated : 2024-08-04THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 116. I’m a WESLEY
The CEO..After leaving the apartment, I drove to work, feeling a slight blend of anticipation and resolve. The moment I walked through the doors, all eyes turned to me, a subtle murmur rippling through the air. It had been a while since I'd last been here; the attention was understandable."Good morning, Mr. Wesley," my staff greeted me, their voices blending into a chorus as I made my way down the hall. There was a mix of surprise and curiosity in their expressions, a silent acknowledgment of my absence. I arrived at my office.With a swift turn of the key, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The sight that greeted me was daunting but not unexpected: my desk was buried under an avalanche of paperwork. The sheer volume spoke of all the tasks that had piled up in my absence. I took off my jacket and hung it carefully on the back of my chair, a small ritual that grounded me. Rolling up my sleeves, I prepared to engage the work waiting for me.For the next few hours, I immersed
Last Updated : 2024-08-05THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 117 DETECTIVE
The toy..Sinking into my office chair, I stretched my arms, aiming for the sky, and let out a big yawn, feeling my joints pop. It felt surprisingly good to be back, even with the mountain of work waiting.Across the room, Jessie looked like she'd just crawled out of a crypt. Her face was pale, and dark circles underlined her eyes as she slouched over her desk, barely awake."You look like you got dragged through a hedge backward," I teased with a grin. "Did you lose a fight with a coffee machine or something?"Jessie glanced up, managing a faint smile. "I had to pull an all-nighter here, ma'am. Don’t judge me," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, eyes heavy with exhaustion.I chuckled, shaking my head. "All-nighter, huh? And here I thought you were auditioning for a zombie movie," I quipped, leaning back in my chair. "Seriously, though, did you sleep at all, or did you just plug yourself into the outlet for a quick recharge?"She gave a tired laugh, shrugging. "There w
Last Updated : 2024-08-05THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 18 Miss pearl
The CEO .. My gaze fixed on my tablet, the headlines carrying the news of ZeeTech's success. They called it the future of technology. Although it wasn’t directly affiliated with me. It was still my business. All my father’s hard training did pay off. “Sir, we have arrived,” the driver announced as the car came to a halt. He stepped out of the car and opened the door.Stepping out, I adjusted my suit. I walked into the company, and the air morphed. As usual, the workers froze. Their voice quivered as they greeted me. I entered my office, and my eyes fell on Zach sitting on my seat. “Good morning, Mr. Wesley,” I teased, taking off my suit and flung it on the sofa. He thickened his voice. “You’re late, as a Wesley. We have to keep to time.” He tried mimicking my father’s voice. I settled in the seat across the desk. “Have you seen the article?” I questioned rubbing my stubble. Zach nodded. “What is Mr. Greyford saying about the chance?” I flinched. “I barely understand that man
Last Updated : 2024-08-05THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 119 ADVICES AND RESOLVES
The CEO ..Zach’s laugh quaked his office as he clutched his stomach in contrast to the huge frown that stamped across my face.Her words still echoed In my head, images of her trying to seduce me still haunt me. I had a few questions to ask; what did I do wrong to the universe? Was it because I pecked her hands?I flinched—I shouldn’t have done that. “What the hell?” Zach’s laughter still lingered. “She wants you to be her sugar boy.” Zach erupted into another wave of laughter. I grimaced. Running my hand through my hair, I stated, “And Mr. Brian had to give her the 5%.” My voice soaked with a mixture of frustration and irritation. “You should have seen the faces she made; it was outright disgusting.” Zach attempted to stifle his laugh but failed as it filled the office once more. Finally stifling his laugh, he cleared his throat. “So would you be in her sugar boy?” I shot him a sharp look. I know he didn’t mean it, but I just couldn’t help it—it was like a reflex action.“So
Last Updated : 2024-08-05THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 120 TROUBLED LIVES
The toy...I sat in the living room, my thoughts drifting aimlessly. The soft hum of the air conditioner was the only sound accompanying my solitude. My mind wandered, unable to settle on anything substantial. Then, the doorbell clanked, breaking the silence.Damon walked in, his presence instantly filling the room with an energy that contrasted with my own.“Hey,” he greeted me with a casual ease, launching himself onto the couch beside me. His movements were familiar and comforting.“Fine, how was your day?” I asked, my voice distant as I remained lost in my thoughts. My gaze was unfocused, staring at nothing in particular.“It was okay. What about you?” he inquired, loosening his tie and letting out a sigh that spoke of a long day. He paused, noticing my silence and the weight in my demeanor. The usual spark in my eyes seemed dimmed, and my shoulders slumped. Concern etched itself onto his face as he leaned in closer, his warmth and proximity grounding me slightly.“Binky, what
Last Updated : 2024-08-11THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 121 TO WEAKEN
The CEO..I strutted into Greyford Holdings. It was a large company, but it wasn’t up to a two-thirds Wesley cooperation; no wonder my father looked down on everyone. Mr. Greyford had informed me to meet him at his office. My mind was blank on what he wanted; he still hadn’t told me what chance he was talking about, and I hadn’t done anything yet. But I plan on finding out what chance he was talking about.Greetings came from different directions, but I was too tense to see the good in the morning.Opening his office, my eyes fell on Mr. Greyford, standing, his back facing me. His phone was glued to his ears. I settled in the seat across from his. My eyes fixed intensely on him as he ended the call. An uneasy feeling gnawed at me. Mr. Greyford dropped his phone on the desk before shifting his gaze to me. “Have you seen your father since you came back?” He settled on his seat. My lips tightened and my brows furrowed. “No,” I responded with a clipped tone.A smile pulled his lips
Last Updated : 2024-08-11
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THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 151 Epilogue (Lucy & Aria)
Lucy pov ...Amidst the lush greenery, the breeze sung a calm song to me. I sat on the bench watching other patients. They were all crazy. I scoffed and skimmed my hands on my patient outfit. I turned and faced Logan, who arrived a few seconds later. “It’s been ages.” Logan smiled. “I wanted to get red roses, but you said you love yellow flowers." He handed me a bouquet of yellow roses.I smiled and accepted it. “How’s your sister?” I faced him. “Tell me you have stopped smoking.”It’s been a long time since I had a conversation with the outside world. I had no family and no friends ever came to visit. It was nice to see him.Logan chuckled. “I have stopped smoking.” His green eyes gleamed beneath the yellow hues of the sun. “And for my sister.” He paused and clenched the edge of the wooden seat. “She didn’t make it.” His voice softened.“I am so sorry.” My chest tightened. I knew how much he loved his sister.“But I opened a bar.” A wide smile formed across his lips. “When you g
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 150
Lucy ..(This chapter contains violence that might disturb viewers. Viewers' discretion is advised.)The news had already spread like wildfire. Damon hadn’t said anything, nor have I; people could only wonder what happened that led to us canceling our wedding a day before. My friend had asked, and I told them that I ended it after discovering Damon wanted to absorb my company just like his father did to other companies.Leaning back on my office chair, I sighed. I was this close to having him. I jolted up as the door opened. “There’s a meeting with the board of directors,” Tina announced. “Now?” I raised a brow. “Why?” She adjusted her glasses. “Yes, Ma’am. I really don’t know. But all the members are around.” I sprang to my feet. The clicks of my heels echoed. My heart pounded. How come I wasn’t aware of the meeting? Sweat swathed across my palm.Opening the door, my eyes fell on the seven members—they were all here. It was hard for them to gather together, except something v
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 149 Not a Toy
The toy ..I dragged the last luggage down the stairs and placed it at the door. I was tired of being his toy. I was stupid to think that we would end up together. I had enough savings to start up my life. I need to run away from Manhattan, from New York. I need to move far away, to another place.I glanced around the apartment; so many beautiful and ugly memories; both of them haunted me.Opening the door, I gasped as my eyes fell on Damon. I held the tears that welled in my eyes. My heart twisted yet fluttered. Pain and relief fought to dominate my chest—neither won.His eyes fell on my luggage, and he frowned. “Where are you going?” What is he going to say to me? No, stay here and watch me get married to another woman. I rolled my wet eyes. “I’m leaving Damon.” I tried to bolster my voice, to show resolve.He inched closer and shut the door behind him. His beautiful amber eyes burned into mine. The eyes I had loved so much, that had caused me so much pain. Now one of my babies
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 148 Taste of freedom
The CEO..I climbed the stairs, each step feeling as heavy as the weight pressing down on my heart. Pearl had handed over the remaining 10 percent of the company shares to me, knowing that once the engagement and merger were finalized, the Wesley Corporation would likely dissolve Beckham Construction. The certificate was cold in my hands, but it felt meaningless now.As I passed by Lucy's room, the sound of her soft chuckle drifted out, followed by her mother's voice. I glared at the door. The thought of me spending the rest of my life with her was mentally gnawing. I was doing this for the child; once the child is enough, I'll get a divorce and just focus on my child. The memories of my childhood after my mother flooded in—just me and my father. "Damon isn’t around, right?" Mrs. Beckham asked. "Are you sure he is?"I was about to walk away, but the question glued my feet to the floor and, like a magnet, pulled my ears to the door."He isn't," Lucy replied, a note of excitement bub
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 147 A Test
The toy ..Tears streamed down my face, warm and bitter as they traced the curves of my cheeks. The room around me was silent like it was holding its breath, waiting for me to break.And I did.I muffled my sobs, pressing the back of my hand against my mouth, trying to keep it together, even though no one was around to witness. My elbows dug into my thighs as I leaned forward, staring at the two red lines on the pregnancy test. They glared back at me, mocking me. I shook my head, refusing to believe it. This couldn’t be real. What now? My mind raced, thoughts crashing into each other like waves against a rock. Damon’s wedding was just two days away. Two days. Even if I told him, what would change? I could hear Mr. Brian's voice in my head, loud and clear. Men know who they want to marry, and they keep the others around just for fun.I had brushed off those words when he first said them, but now they are repeated. in my mind, each repetition drilling pain into my heart—I should ha
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 146 Ceo
The CEO..The drive was perfect, the kind of perfect that only comes once in a long while. The wind whipped through my hair as the convertible glided down the winding road, the sun casting a golden glow over everything it touched. The expression on my father when I testified against him in court felt like an award—a medal.Opening the door to my house, my gaze fell on Mrs. Beckham and Lucy.Mrs. Beckham stood in the center of the room, her presence cold.My smile faded, “Mrs. Beckham,” I greeted her with a curt nod. Mrs. Beckham was the female version of my father, so I spoke, a knot formed in my stomach as her presence gnawed at me.She didn’t return my pleasantries. Instead, she placed a crisp white envelope on the burly wood table, her eyes boring into mine. “Open it,” she instructed, her tone strict and firm. I hesitated for a second before crossing the room.I hardened my gaze as I snatched up the envelope, the paper cool and smooth against my skin. I tore it open and pulled
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 145 2Nd Mother
(This chapter contains violence that might disturb viewers. Viewers' discretion is advised.) The CEO . . I had changed into another outfit as I sat on the bed in my room. I constantly rubbed my hands, although they were clean. I could still feel Zach’s blood on my hand. How could I lose control? How could I hurt him? I smacked my head with my hand, letting out a grunt. Tracy trudged in. She only kept thinner and paler. “How are you doing?” “How is Zach? Is he up?” My fingers fidgeted. “No.” She tossed a file to me. “That’s the rest of my company.” “Why are you giving me?” Tracy’s expression softened. “Damon, I can die any moment. I need to leave my company with someone competent.” A weak smile stretched her lip. “Now let go and take your freedom from your father.” She gripped my hand, a failed attempt to pull me up. My chest tightened; this heart of mine had experienced too much pain. Another gloominess lingered at the mention of her dying any moment. I was too
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 144 A BROTHER, A FRIEND
The CEO . .Lying on the bed, I felt the sheets beneath me, my eyes closed, yet my mind was restless, buzzing with haunting images I couldn’t escape. Binky's tears haunted me; her face burned into my thoughts. But it was my father’s smile that truly kept me awake—the coldness, the quiet satisfaction he always had when things went his way. My hand gripped the bedsheet, twisting it, hoping it could ease my pain— but nothing.I couldn’t shake the thought—if only I’d been better, if only I’d been stronger if only I could’ve been more than this... this puppet he so easily manipulated. But I wasn’t. I was nothing more than a piece on his board and moved around to suit his game. The bitterness of it tore me from the inside out, choking with helplessness. If only I could turn the tables and make him pay for all of it. I wasn’t that person—not powerful enough, not anything enough.Stumbling to the closet, I flung open a drawer, my heart racing as I reached for the revolver inside. The c
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 143 The toy
Toy..I sat in the large, imposing courtroom. The air thickened with tension, but Nope still hung over, hoping Justice could be served. The murmurs of spectators seized as the proceedings began, leaving the shuffle of the papers. My eyes fixed on Damon’s father, who stood in the defendant box. Occasionally, he would stare at me and flash a smile that aggravated me. His words still rang in my ears, the way he casually told me how I looked softer than Aria outside the courtroom. I clenched my fist, hoping he would rot in jail for eternity. Mr. Jackson stood at the defendant's box. His eyes constantly darted between me and Mr. Wesley. My chest was tight like I was carrying the weight of the world on my chest. The flutters in my stomach were so grave that I might have developed stomach cancer. I sighed, hoping Damon’s threat should have walked in. Damon had messaged Mr. Jackson once he confessed to Mr. Wesley. He would protect him as Mr. Wesley would be powerless and be behind bars.
