All Chapters of Under The CEO's Spell: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Veil didn't know what happened in the few seconds Sophia spoke to her, but she felt something in every part of her. It started as a small change, bubbling in the pit of her stomach. In that instant, she just wanted to be away from Sophia as far as possible.She looked at her hands waving in the air, distraught at how close it was to her face. Veil had seen too many movies to believe this was going to go any different. The girlfriend always ended up slapping the replacement faster than the man in the picture could blink.But he always came to her rescue in the end, shielding her from yet another brutal hit.Veil glanced at Anders, wondering if he was going to stop Sophia from hitting him if her hands decided to wreak more havoc. The waters with him were not clear, as even though the contract was the only thing placing them in that situation, Veil couldn't help but think it was more. Or perhaps, it was all just her and her damn feelings, expecting something more. The next time Veil fe

It was hard getting a quiet place to talk without the whispers of people trailing after them like bees on a quest. Orleans seemed to think it was all her fault. He didn't need to say it. Veil saw it in his eyes; the accusatory glance he cast her way at intervals, the soft parting of his mouth and how it snapped shut almost immediately. He followed her around as she kept looking for a suitable place, coming up empty. There were either shagging couples or people who wanted to ask her a million questions about her relationship with Anders. One of them had even called her a desperate bitch that wanted to take what belonged to Sophia. No amount of mental and emotional preparation would have gotten Veil ready for this. She heard Orleans sigh exasperatedly behind her. He suddenly grabbed her hand, pulling her along with him as they went through a narrow stairway that seemed to go on and on for ages until they came up to the rooftop. There was a guard at the entrance, but the moment he re

Veil stared at her reflection in the mirror, frightened eyes staring back at her. She tried to blink it away, to push the events of the rooftop away from her mind, but the impossibility pounced back at her. She needed a drink. She saw the door handle turn, and Veil braced herself for what she had had to endure for the past five minutes. The few ladies who had walked in through that door seemed to think she was the villain of this story. She wondered if that would change if she told them about how she had just been harassed by another media sensation a few minutes ago. But unlike Orleans, Veil would never do anything intentionally to ruin a person she cared about. Or used to care about. She saw a pair of boots push in through the door first before the rest of her figure followed. She was talking to someone on the other side of the door, nodding briskly before sauntering into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. Autumn’s hair was put up in a messy bun, and her face was ba

Anders got Veil home in one piece, even though his mind was screaming different ways he could have made the night end better for Veil. He was doing the same thing he did with Camila. He blamed himself for how the night had gone. If he had been faster, he would have gotten Veil out of the way before that drink landed on her. Or maybe he shouldn’t even have taken her along with him in the first place. “I’m fine, Anders,” Veil muttered, as the driver took the turn that led to Ander’s house. “You don’t have to look so worried.” Anders wished it was that easy. He didn’t even want to be in that situation. He didn’t know what to call it. Obsession, maybe? They had known from the get-go that tonight wasn’t going to be all flowers and champagnes. He knew that and ensured to communicate it to Veil before they signed that contract. Yet, he couldn’t stop the terrible feeling in his stomach that blamed him for putting her in harm’s way today, from Orleans putting his disgusting hands on her,

The stairway was dimly lit, enveloping Veil in a dark glow as she walked down. Her initial plans were to go into the kitchen to take some warm milk before trying to fall asleep again. Her mother had used that when she found it difficult to fall asleep donkey years ago, and Veil was hoping that it would work again. But when she reached the floor directly under hers, her feet refused to take the next flight of steps. Instead, they ushered her down the hallway, with her breath hitched in her throat and her pulse racing. She stopped in front of the door at the end of the hallway and took a deep breath. With her hand poised above the door, Veil readied herself to knock when suddenly, the door gave way and pulled open before her. Her mouth hung slightly open as she stared at a shirtless Anders standing in front of her while her hands were still hanging in the air. “Hi,” she breathed nervously, letting her hands drop to her sides. She took in deep bouts of air, but it did nothing to ca