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THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 81 THE TOY
The toy...Jessie took a leave from work, stating that she was unwell. I decided to visit her and properly package some broth for her. Then I went to her house.I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. I waited for a while before Jessie came and opened up. Her pale face greeted me. "Why do you look like a lifeless pillow?" I teased.She forced a smile and leaned on the door. I raised the bag in my hand and said with a smile, "I made some broth.""Thank you," she said with a feeble voice as she collected the bag from me.We both went inside, the warmth of her home replacing the chill from the cool air outside. I sank into the couch in the living room, its cushions soft and welcoming, while Jessie slowly walked to the kitchen to put the broth away.She walked to the living room and joined me on the couch. "How are you feeling?" I asked her."Well, I'm not dead," she said with a faint chuckle.Her hand, seemingly unconsciously, kept twisting her hair. I could tell that something
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 82 Give her back.
The toy...I dashed through the hospital doors, my heart pounding in my chest. The world around me- people, sound -all a blur. I gasped for breath, the air thick with something too dreadful to discern. I rushed towards the reception desk."My mother, Ms. Smith," I spoke out, my voice trembling. "Where is she?" I questioned, wishing the call was an imagination; no doctor called me, and my mother was still lying on the hospital bed--reading her novel.The nurse behind the desk looked up, her eyes filled with a sorrow that made my stomach drop. "I'm so sorry," she said softly. "Your mother... she didn't make it."Her words hit me like a punch. Despite the light, everything seemed dark. My legs failed me, and I collapsed onto the cold, hard floor. "No," I whispered, my voice breaking. "No." A throat-ripping scream escaped my throat, but that didn’t even ease a bit of the pain.Tears streamed down my face as sobs wracked my body. The pain was unbearable—a raw agony that tore through me.
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 83 POWER KLEPTOMANIAC
The CEO..The news shook the media, with every headline announcing we had welcomed a new shareholder, attributing to me and Lucy’s marriage. Many assumed this meant our marriage was drawing nearer. I dropped my tablet on the desk and leaned back on my chair. Frustration welled up beneath every inch of my skin, leaving no space for comfort. This wasn’t the right time for Binky to see this—not like there was ever a right time.The door opened, my attention shifting to Zach, who casually strode in. He sank into the other swivel chair across my desk.“You’ve made it to headlines again,” Zach commented, the corner of his lips rising. “At least we have made progress. We have thirty-five percent now. All we need is the remaining twenty percent. Lucy would be mortified when you took control.” He added.I have had no interest in seizing people’s company. But I really had to punish Lucy and her mother for disgracing my Binky. And lately, I can’t help but wonder if something is suspicious. “
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 84 I HATE YOUR FACE.
The CEO..The tension in the lounge grew almost thicker as Mr. Greyford and I locked eyes, each of us unwilling to look away. His gaze was searing with intense hatred. My eyes were cloaked with irritation and defiance at the escalating confrontation. The music that filled the lounge faded.“Tracy told me about your scheming to take your father down,” Mr. Greyford said, taking a sip from his drink. “But I’m not buying any of that nonsense.”A glance at his bottle made me raise my brows; it was the same as my mom’s favorite. I couldn’t understand how he was able to enjoy a drink with such a harsh, unbearable taste.“You want to know why?” He asked, his eyes fixed on me.“From my perspective, you’re just like your father,” he continued, his gaze stern. “All of this is just a ploy to obtain more and more power for the Wesley family.”Tracy chuckled, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. Her smile seemed forced, revealing her unease despite the lighthearted sound of her laug
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 85 WE ALL LOVE ARIEL.
The toy ..I flung the diary halfway across my room, my chest heaving with pain and anger. I didn’t even know what to trust anymore. In my diary, my mother was the villain, and in her words, I deserved everything I get.I glared at the letter on my bed. I hadn’t opened it—I had no courage to open it. Probably about how she adored Ariel—how only Ariel suffered. And for me, as usual, nothing. I deserve nothing.Jessie entered the room with a tray of food in her hands. Her eyes fell on the book before shifting to me, reflecting concern. “I made breakfast for you to eat.” She dropped on the bed next to me.Although my stomach yearned for food, my mouth protested. I stared at the food blankly; it looked good, but I still had no appetite. “I’m not hungry,” I rubbed my heavy sleep-deprived eyes. Anytime I closed them, my mother’s words and the things in the diary haunted my mind.Jessie sat beside me. “I know you are mourning, but you need strength to mourn.” Concern is thinning her voice
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 86 MEET THE GIRL THAT CAUSED TROUBLE
The toy ..My hands rested on my thighs, and my eyes fixed on the diary. Every muscle on my face twitched. I couldn’t even bring myself to finish a page. The buzz of the door echoed through the house, followed by the sound of his footsteps. With each step, my heart pounded harder.“Hey—“ He swallowed his remaining words as his eyes fell on the diary and the picture on the center table.I couldn’t face him; I couldn’t let this weak heart of mine plead on his behalf. Damon settled in the seat across me, rubbing his hands together. “I can explain,” he muttered, averting his gaze to the floor.“There is no need for that. I finally understand it now. All this while, I thought you couldn’t use warm words.” My eyes—red and pained—pierced through him. “It’s just that I didn’t deserve it.” My words came out strained as a crushing pain gripped my vocal cords.“It was Ariel. It has always been Ariel, and it will always be Ariel.” I stared blankly at Damon. My chest was on fire as I faced my
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 87 THREATS
The CEO..I slipped into the car, my body trembling. I had ruined it all. The pain I saw in her eyes still terrorized me. I wanted to slam the dashboard, but I couldn’t. I wanted to go back, hold her, and call her name, but I couldn’t.My phone buzzed, and I saw her message: “I’m going; you won’t have to be reminded of Ariel.”My heart raced, and my pulse quickened. Images of her holding a knife to her wrist flooded my mind. I had seen something like that.I bolted out of the car, fear pushing me towards the house. I keyed in the password, and the door was unlocked. “Binky!” I yelled, my eyes frantically darting around the apartment as I searched for her.I headed to the kitchen. The sight of pills scattered across the slab and the opening of the bottle of alcohol made my heart race—each beat pounding panic into my bloodstream.Haunting thoughts gnawed at my mind as I made my way to her room. Each step—urgent and desperate.My eyes fell on the bed—she wasn’t there—then at the bat
THE CEO’S TOY CHAPTER 88 THREAT AND ECHOES
Lucy ..Laying on my bed, tossing and turning, sleep seemed like a faraway dream. Damon's words echoed in my head repeatedly, making it impossible to find any peace. Every time I tried to close my eyes, his voice returned, louder and more insistent. The room felt stifling, the silence cramping down on me. I found myself chewing sweets through the night in order to ease the excruciating ache in my neck. The sugary treats were a small comfort, a brief distraction from the relentless discomfort and the restless storm of my thoughts. The night felt endless.My jaws were sore, but his dark promises kept echoing in my mind. The look in his eyes still haunted me. I got up from the bed, whispering to myself, “How did everything go so wrong? It was finally coming together.” I bit my fingers, pacing around my room.I grabbed my phone and dialed a number. After ringing a few times, a voice answered, “Hello, ma’am. We’re on it, keeping a close watch.”“Forget that. Stop the surveillance for no
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