บททั้งหมดของ Claimed by the CEO: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The weather was harsh outside, the downpour started in the early evening and continued through the night, a heavy pelting of water that thundered against rooftops and drowned out the sound of all else, yet he didn't raise his head from under the pile of unattended files surrounding his mahogany desk. Darkness had settled itself around him, the only light came through his laptop screen, his eyes fixed on the sleek gadget, sophisticated fingers typing away at the keypad.  His sole focus was on what was being presented on the screen as the howling of winds, pitter-patter of rain and the thundering sky didn't steal his attention. Alone at the office was where he found his peace. But that night something didn't feel alright, and he sensed it, yet had no time to ponder on the uneasiness.  Whatever the circumstances, his work came first, and every single acquaintance of his knew it very well. He never liked compromising with his work. His sophistication and dedica

It was raining cats and dogs and I was pleased with the fact that I reached the hospital on time, or I would have been a drenched whale. I had a night shift at the hospital and couldn't be happier to get away from my house which was more like a mental asylum. Marina, my stepmother never left a chance to make me feel like an outcast. She was the real bitch I ever came across. That evil features and hate dripping down her eyes for me, alone. "Ms. Ambrose you are going to be in charge of all Dr. Frank's patients today as he is running late." Nat, the receptionist called out to me, handing me my schedule and I internally groaned at the list of names I had to attend to. Although I loved my job, it always worked like a coping mechanism for me but the tasks always used to get tiring.  "Okay, Nat. Thanks." With that said I took off for room 23 that had my first patient of the night.  I was done taking a round of the rooms I was in charge of when my

"Boss. I got Frank's call records. He alerted Draco about the transfer of Ms. Lysander to the main house." Salim stood away from the desk as Rhodes just sat there on the chair laid out in front of the desk, with a clenched jaw.  "Frank betrayed us. I won't leave him. Bastard." Damon gritted out, throwing the first thing that came in his reach, a paperweight slamming against the white wall of his office. Both Salim and Rhodes didn't flinch but just sighed. Knowing the rage boiling inside of their employer. He was a hot-headed man and it didn't take seconds for him to explode.  Sitting behind his office desk, he looked, deadly in the grey business suit that hugged him like a second skin. He had the kind of face that stopped people in their tracks.  The rippling texture of his rich Viking-gold hair, which he meticulously managed, was an indication of his great health. His strong cheekbones were accentuated by his aquiline nose. His basalt jaw and

Entering the closet, I eyed the red dress that looked more like lingerie. Putting it off the hanger, I scrutinized that small piece of dress. It was a sheer piece of clothing that I never ever wore. And I never intended to even. What was wrong with this woman? She chose the most skimpiest dress for me. Was it even called a dress? It was blood red and had a plunging neckline. I never wore this type of dress ever before. My sanity never allowed me to wear such a piece of cloth. It was nothing but awful. As much as I liked it, I hated it even more. It looked as if I was going to bed not a fucking date. Did Marina hit her head or something? Was she even in her senses when she picked it up? I now regretted agreeing to her choosing the dress for me. I was never interested so I let her chose the dress for me when she asked, or more like demanded that I leave the dress on her. Now I realized why she did what she did. She wanted me to seduce that pervert or something? If she tho

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice wavering at the end. Something was not right and my gut was indicating something else. Hell will freeze before I agree on being his fiancee. He cleared his throat and nodded as if having an internal conversation with himself. "Your mother and I have come to an understanding to wed you off to me." And once again in just a span of a few hours, the land beneath me was snatched. I got up and was about to scream and give him a piece of mind but he held my hand and glared at me. "Now no need to make a scene. Sit your ass down. We can talk about this." His voice had that dangerous edge to his voice and I sat down again and squirmed under his gaze. "What is there to talk about?" I said with a hiss and he just looked at me. "Your mother.." He started but I cut him off. "Stepmother!" "Yes. Your stepmothe