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CHAPTER 139 The toy
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THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 140 TRIP TO Mr. JACKSON
The Toy..Mr. Davis Jackson sat on the other sofa across from us. His eyes darted around like he was scanning for an escape.“Mr. Jackson, don’t do anything stupid.” There was a wide smile on his face. “I never knew you were capable of showing emotion with the way you were sitting on the chair while my father threw his tantrum.” He leaned back. “If I knew you were the one I was looking for, I would have decorated your face with your blood.”The tension and the unease were palpable. Sitting down, my eyes kept dancing between both of them. I had a lot of questions, but I had to wait for Damon to set the stage.“Why did you buy the bracelet under my name?” Damon questioned. “Why were you trying to frame me for her murder?”Mr. Jackson's eyes widened. “Your name?” Confusion was written on his face. “I never bought it in your name,” he responded. “But on the receipt, you wrote Mr.“ Damon froze mid-sentence; he faced me, fear settled in his eyes. "Damon, what happened?” My voice quiver
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 141
CHAPTER 141The CEO..I swerved lanes as my thoughts spiraled, one after the other, in an endless loop. The steering wheel felt almost unknown in my hands as I struggled to keep my mind from wandering too far. The evening breeze, cool against my face with the convertible top down, did little to soothe me. Instead, it seemed to mock my state of mind, reminding me that freedom was an illusion—one that I was no longer privileged to enjoy.The truth was, I didn’t believe I deserved to keep seeing Binky anymore. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but every time I looked at her, all I could see was my father. I saw his hands, bloodied with the weight of Aria’s misfortunes, staining everything. If he hadn’t had Aria killed, Binky would have never fallen into that coma. Their mother wouldn’t have developed the brain swelling that eventually took her life. Binky wouldn’t have to live as Aria.Forced to lift and live with the weight of a life that was never meant to be hers. My father was a mon
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 142 2Nd Mother is Sick
The CEO.. I guided her up the stairs, holding her hands, hoping I could transfer my strength to her.Each step seemed laborious to her as she leaned on me for support, but she shot a fragile smile, a failed attempt to reassure me. When we reached her room, I gently helped her into bed, carefully tucking the blankets around her.Seeing her so vulnerable made my heart melt. A subtle pain traversed through me. I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart heavy with different emotions."How long do you have left?" My voice trembled, my tongue struggling to form the words as if acknowledging it would make it more real. My mind couldn’t wrap itself around the fact that she was dying.My eyes met hers, and the pain in them fed the pain in me.Tracy's gaze softened, her voice somewhat similar to a whisper. "The doctor said maybe a month or two." Her words hung in the air—it was a death sentence, cold and final."Why didn’t you say something about it?" I asked, my voice cracking underneath the
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.
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 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 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 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
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