All Chapters of Taming The Wild CEO: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Update: I have updated Once Upon A Lap Dance, please check it out! °°°°°°° 7 March 22 Dear Gentle Readers, Firstly, I would like to say a massive thank you for the support that you all have given to this book and other books. Your love and support have always been the key success of this story. Reading your comments, your reviews, and your anticipation for the next chapters have driven me to write and complete these two books. Therefore I’d like to give back to the readers, to you. Taming The Wild CEO 3 will be written in a different book because I wish to join the Genre Carnival contest and I can only join with new books. It will be titled “Taming The Wild CEO 3: SOMETHING”. Since the reason why this book has received so much attention is because of YOU, the readers, thus I would like to ask you to suggest a title for Book 3 (yes, I couldn’t possibly name it ‘Something’). Please leave a comment on what title would that be given the blurb that I’ve given in the previous chapt

It was just past midnight when Javier finally went searching for his phone.Despite Clarabelle’s strict orders for him to stay away from anything work-related, the urge to check his emails gnawed at him. His ever-scheming little sister had made sure he couldn’t cheat the system—she’d insisted he leave his laptop locked in his office two days before the honeymoon.Now, here he was, prowling through the quiet house in his pajama bottoms, hair tousled, and eyes still heavy from sleep.“Damn it… where did I put that thing?” he muttered under his breath, scanning the dimly lit living room. The soft hum of the refrigerator and the faint ticking of the clock were the only sounds accompanying him. His phone wasn’t on the table, or the counter, or anywhere obvious. Finally, he started digging through the couch cushions like a man on a mission.Five minutes later, he found it wedged between the pillows. He exhaled a small sound of triumph, thumb hovering over the screen to unlock it—just as it b

Ella couldn’t help but smile. The sight before her was nothing short of delightful — eight fully grown men, all tall and successful in their own right, now looking like a pack of schoolboys about to be scolded by their headmistress.Tiffany Summers, barely five feet tall but radiating pure authority, stood before them with her arms folded and her tone sharp enough to cut glass. Her sons — particularly Thornton and Draven — were on the receiving end of her lecture for deciding, in their infinite wisdom, not to tell her about Clarabelle’s accident.Meanwhile, Cedric Summers — her ever-patient husband and the calm to her storm — quietly slipped away from the chaos. His charm was understated, his presence warm. He approached Ella and Qingshan with a polite smile, the faintest trace of exhaustion in his expression.“Good evening,” he greeted cordially. Then a frown appeared between his brows. “I should probably go and give your husbands a good telling-off for letting you stay here all night

“There’s no texts or missed calls,” Javier said, sliding his phone into the front pocket of his dark wool trousers. He turned toward his brother, who had just stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and another draped across the back of his neck.Under normal circumstances, they would’ve each had their own room — privacy being something both brothers valued, even if they’d grown up under the same roof. But with Clarabelle in the hospital, practicality had outweighed comfort. Sharing a suite meant if either of them received a call in the middle of the night, they could wake the other and head straight to the hospital without delay.Surprisingly, Javier hadn’t minded it as much as he thought he would. Draven, to his credit, had kept to his own side of the bed, hadn’t snored, and hadn’t fidgeted all night — or maybe Javier had just been too exhausted to notice. Either way, it had been… tolerable.“I’d say no news is good news,” Draven said, rubbing the tow

“Shite.” Draven cussed in the hallway all the way to the doctor’s room. He’d excused himself, buying himself some more time by telling the doctor that he needed to go to the loo. However, that wouldn’t actually give him that much time especially since Draven also didn’t want the doctor to think that he was doing Number 2. Gad, that would even be more embarrassing than the fact that he was scared as hell of facing the doctor and being the person responsible for his young sister. This was even scarier than accompanying Clarabelle to see her OB. “Bollocks!” All of his life, Draven had always been a bitter person, especially when his two older brothers basically had thrown him under the bus over a decade ago which led him to live in exile. This bitterness was one of the reasons why he always carried himself with a bit of liquor and dark humor and most importantly, why he believed he’d be a bad father. It wasn’t that he was an irresponsible person, he simply didn’t care. He lacked the abi