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THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 128 Green eyed politician.
Aria..A groan escaped as I shut Aria’s diary. The snap fills the otherwise silent room in Damon’s villa. My head was spinning, and an ache had inhabited it, making a home out of my head. Detective Andrew had told me when he went to Twinkle Company they had told him it was a long time ago, so they had lost the records, making it difficult for him to get any more information. Knowing Damon’s name was the one actually used, I told him we could find more clues, and that was what I had been doing from her diary. But her description was so vague. Never did she mention the man’s name once—not even a physical description. I turned on the bed, casting my gaze on the ceiling like there was some hidden clue in there. Sighing, I shut my eyes, sifting through my thoughts for any methods that could be used to get more details about him. After a while, Elaina popped into my head. She was the closest to Aria and the only one I know who knew Aria.I reached for my phone beneath the pillow and d
Last Updated : 2024-08-11THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 129 Café & Mr Andrew
The toy . . I dashed into the café, the door swinging shut behind me with a soft jingle. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee intertwined with the scent of warm pastries, curling into my nostrils like a familiar embrace. It awakened something deep in my belly, a growl of hunger that stirred but quickly died as if my appetite had forgotten how to wake up properly. My grip tightened on my bag as it threatened to slip from my shoulder. I made my way to the table tucked in the far corner of the café. The soft chatter of other patrons buzzed around me. I approached Mr. Andrew, who was seated at a table, clad in a sharp green suit paired with a black long-sleeve underneath. He was sipping American coffee from his mug, the steam curling lazily into the air. "Good afternoon, Mr. Andrew. I'm sorry I'm late," I said, offering a slight bow of apology before taking a seat across from him at the same table. "Hello, Ms. Aria. How have you been?" He asked, his eyes pausing on my face, sc
Last Updated : 2024-08-19THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 130 RIVERDALE
TW: (This chapter contains violence that might disturbing for viewers. Viewers discretion advised)THE CEO..Zach’s detective had sent a message that he would be meeting me up at the office. I bounced my legs on the floor as my eyes frequently checked my watch.“Mr. Hudson is here,” my P.A. announced as soon as he opened the door.I thought I would feel relief, but no. Instead, my heart pounding intensified. “Tell him to come in.” As soon as I said those words, Mr. Hudson appeared right behind my P.A. With his lazy gait, he strode in and settled in the seat across me. “Good morning, Mr. Wesley.” “Good morning, Mr. Hudson.” I leaned in and clasped my hand beneath my chin, My stubble was pricking the back of my palm subtly. “You had something to tell me?”“Yeah, I found the man you are looking for.” A raspy sound brushed against the sudden silence in the room as he rubbed his beard. “I could have said it over the phone or text, but I prefer to give important information in person.
Last Updated : 2024-08-19THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 131 PICNIC
The toy...The cool Saturday morning breeze swept across the picnic ground, carrying the scent of grass and chatters of the other girls who sat a distance away from us. Jessie, Eliana, and I sat on a picnic mat, encircling the different snacks—a big juice and a bottle of wine. With the whole tension from the investigation, Eliana decided we should hang out to take my mind off things. “How’s the investigation going?” Jessie asked, pouring juice into her glass. Eliana nudged her. “We brought her out to take her mind off things and not remind her of it.” She glanced at me. “Look at her, the puffy eyes and pale face. She needs to take her mind off things.”“The only thing that can take Ari’s mind off anything is work.” Jessie sipped from her juice. “This is wonderful.” She whipped her toward me and poured the juice into my empty glass. “Try this; you would love it.”Jessie was right; this picnic wasn’t going to take my mind off things, not when things were not making progress. Every
Last Updated : 2024-08-19THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 132 Leonardo’s threat
The toy ..Leonardo’s threat was this morning alarm as My eyes flew wide open, my heart pounding erratically in my chest. The sweat seeped back into my skin from the drenched pillow. I rose to a sitting position.Those shadows from the basement crept into my head and reminded me of everything that happened in that basement.The sound of the shower stopped, and Damon’s footsteps followed, getting louder as he approached me. As the thud got louder, I pressed my knees to my chest. I suddenly felt I was back in the basement and an uneasy feeling—pain flowed through the stream of my blood as Damon’s step reminded me of Leonard’s.“Are you alright?" Damon’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Yes.” I collapsed my knees back on the bed, forcing a smile.His gaze lingered on me. “You don’t look—“I jolted up. “Let me make breakfast for you.” Before he could say anything, I scurried out of the room.Getting out, I leaned, my back against the wall, seeking support as I muffled my sobs. Dam
Last Updated : 2024-08-19THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 133 MR. WESLEY
The CEO..My car headlights pierced through the night, casting partial shadows on me as they merged with the darkness cloaking the path to my villa. The gates opened, and I drove in, my eyes immediately catching sight of the black car. Fear gripped me as I recognized it as my father's. I bolted out of my car, sprinting towards the house. "Why is he here?" I thought, my heart pounding. "Did he come to hurt Binky?" My body betrayed my fear, every movement tense and jittery. The more I thought about it, the more my fear gave way to anger.As I opened the door, my fist tightened at the sight of my father sitting in the living room. He was seated across from Binky. "Are you alright?" I asked as I hurried to her. I dropped to my knees beside her, cupping her face. "Did he hurt you?" I repeated, my eyes narrowing as I scanned her for any sign of distress. My father turned his head slightly, a chuckle escaping his lips. "My son thinks I'm a monster now. "No, he didn't.”She shook her hea
Last Updated : 2024-08-19THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 134 Mr. Wesley II
The CEO..Binky’s footstep got louder as she approached the dining, and at the time it stopped, I opened my eyes.It fell on hers, dread written in them as she took on the scene. The blood trickled down and tainted my white dress shirt. The shards of broken bottles that carpet the corner behind me. I forced a smile in an attempt to pacify her fear that was palpable. “It’s not that serious.” I tried wiping the coagulated blood on my head.She scurried towards me and cupped my hands between her palms. A frown formed on her face. “I hate when you do this; trying to act tough all the time.” Her tone dripped with seriousness. “You are only going to break.” Going to break, I chuckled inwardly; I might already be broken. My expression darkened. “What did he tell you before I came?” I remember the look in her eyes when I stepped in. The way fear tainted it made my heart ache. I needed to know if he had threatened her. Ignoring my question, she questioned, “What does he want from you?” S
Last Updated : 2024-08-19THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 135 Tracy’s office
The CEO..I swiveled in Tracy’s chair, waiting for her to arrive at her office. She had called me to meet her up at the office, and I hurried here, thinking she would be there. I had called her multiple times and even laid the threat that I was leaving, but an hour had gone by and she was still not here.“Oh God.” I smacked my forehead. “Remind me never to show up early whenever I meet up with her,” I muttered to myself. With boredom eating my soul, I opened the drawer, and a black album caught my eye. I took it out and opened it. The first picture was an old picture of her and my dad. They were probably in their early 20s and in college. They sat on a bench beneath a big tree with an extensive canopy. I hadn’t seen a picture of my father when he was young; this was the first time, and really the resemblance was uncanny. At first or a second glance, I could have passed as him. An image of him slipped into my mind; that’s how I am going to look when I’m older. I grimaced.I flippe
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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.
