All Chapters of Return of the CEO's Empress : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

It’s been days since Anastasia phoned, and Catherine was worried sick. Whenever she attempted to call her, it was dead or unreachable. Maybe Anna had crippled her phone, but she could have still called her using the phone in their residence. And surely Kameron could afford a new phone for her. Something wasn’t right and the more she brooded over it, the more her heart weighed heavy in her ribs. So one morning, Catherine called the residence. It was a maid named Patricia who picked up the phone first, and Catherine politely asked her to pass the call to Anastasia. “H-hello? Mama?” Anna’s scared voice came on the line.“Sweets! Oh my god, why are you crying?”“I don’t want to stay here anymore. H-he--““Ah, mother-in-law!” Kameron’s gravelly voice grated in her ear. “My greetings.” He said.“Give the phone back to my daughter!” Catherine shouted. “Or I’ll fucking kill you. Do you understand me?”“It’s not befitting for a dignified lady such as you to curse.” Kameron chided.“Why did y

Jonathan soundlessly slid out of the sheets to avoid waking her up. He placed his feet on the cold, marbled floor and stretched his arms wide, flexing his back muscles.Suddenly he felt two arms hugging him from behind and plump, naked breasts pressing against his bare back. “Where do you think you’re going?” She whispered in his ear, sending a race of shivers down his spine. “I didn’t want to wake you up.” He smiled and kissed the dimple on her cheek. “Come back to bed.” She demanded. He let out a chuckle. “Is that an order, my lady?”“Yes.”With all her might, she yanked him back to the bed, startling him. “Whoa!” He laughed when she crawled on top of him and bit his neck. Instantly turning him on. He felt the hard tent that was pushing against his boxers at her playfulness. The next second, he drew her down, shifting their position so he was on top. He kissed her mouth, sliding his hands down the path of her concave naval to her wet pussy. She moaned as his thumb grazed her cl

The gigantic, forbidding iron gates opened with the grating roar of metals scraping each other. Jonathan drove the Bently past them, into stretches of the stone path, and halted in front of the humongous Salvatore mansion. From a distance, they could hear the running water of the fountain, adding some white noise to an otherwise forlorn place. At the doorstep, a tall, austere man stood beside Catherine. His hands were tucked firmly to his back and his broad chest trusted forward arrogantly. His broad shoulders took up the space of the porch he was standing and his stance, unwelcoming. Alexandra resembled him greatly. To the jet black hair that resembled the night sky, to the majestic pair of glowing amber eyes.Jonathan got out first and had the courtesy of opening the door for his wife, as always.She took his hand and pulled herself out. “Alex! You’re here!” Catherine came forth with a bright smile, spreading her arms to welcome her daughter. As an immediate response, Alexandra s

Stretches of green land lay before Jonathan’s eyes. Far, far away from the mansion. Jonathan wondered if Alessandro had brought him here to murder him and hide away his body by digging a hole and burying him inside the golf court.Jonathan looked behind him and the mansion was barely a white dot from down here.“I did not bring you here to play golf,” Alessandro said, drawing out one of the gold clubs from the bad. His hands were tight on the shaft and he swung it with a strong ‘swish’, whipping the air.“Then what are you going to use that club for?” Jonathan said as he picked out another golf club for himself.“To beat bastards up,” Alessandro grunted. Halton, who lazily lolled on one of the folding chairs narrowed his eyes savagely at his father. “Not you, son,” Alessandro added, chuckling.Alessandro turned to one of his men who had stood there like statues the entire time. “Bring him here.”The black-clad man bowed and came back with two other men who were dragging a half-naked m

Alexandra’s fierce, amber eyes bore right into Anastasia, who was on the verge of passing out from the built-up anxiety. Her weak knees buckled and she could barely pull herself together. The bouquet fell, the roses scattered, and she stared back at her sister in horror at what was yet to come.Placing a black-gloved hand on her chest, Alexandra put on an apologetic expression and swept her gaze over the audience. “My sincere apologies for the interruption, ladies and gentlemen.”Gabriel stood up and stalked towards her, his face heavy with anger. “What the hell are you doing here?!”“Can’t you tell? I was invited.” Alexandra lifted her chin, a gesture of disdain.The deep red shade on Gabriel’s face paled when he turned towards Kameron, who had a devilish smirk upon seeing Alexandra. “My heartily welcome, Lady Alexandra.” Kameron greeted.The audience broke out into a cacophony of mutters and whispers. They looked at each other with perplexed faces. What was going on here? And why di