All Chapters of THE CEO'S VICIOUS LOVER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It was a night of glamour, mystery, and luxury at the Artyln palace. Guests in their number, all adorned with elegant god-like attires move around the hall fraternizing and making merry. The captivating orchestra band rendered both ancient and classical music, keeping the hall lively and electrified.Under the disguise of the event, an underworld gang carried out their mission seamlessly."Phoenix, move in on the target. The cat has taken the bait." A slightly rough voice echoed from the other of a blue tooth device."Copy, Alpha." A captivatingly pretty lady on a feathery orange-red Phoenix masked replied codedly. Her alluring body was magnificently accoutred in a classic sapphire blue plunging neck dress.She carefully maneuvered her way through the crowd of happily chatting guests and scanned her surrounding before walking into the convenience.Unknown to her, an attractive pair of deep blue eyes had been transfixed on her when she unconsciously brushed her delicate skin on his arm

"You better have something for me, you disgusting fool!" David was piqued by the slight hint of cheerfulness in Ivan's eyes."I...I...I... I'm working on it, Mr. Kingston." Ivan stuttered as he hid his trembling hands behind his back. "These people are good at covering their tracks. They are uncommonly skilled. But since they are not aliens, I promise you, we will find them and I will personally hand them over to you.""Isn't that the same line you have been quoting to me for months now, you pathetic loser?" David snarled. "You have until the end of today to come up with useful information. Otherwise, I'll castrate you and feed your balls to my hounds. And when I'm done with you, I'll pay a nice visit to your family. Even your pet animal would not be spared."Ivan's heart began slamming against his chest as he watched David leave. His mouth turned dry and his chest tightened at the thought of David's threat. His face was beaded with cold perspiration as he dished out frantic orders to

"Helen!" Detective Ivan screamed into the phone, attracting the attention of his concerned team of investigators. "Helen...Helen! What have you done to my family!" He boomed at the top of his voice as his eyes turned red with catastrophic anxiety and imminent tears.Unfortunately for Ivan, the line went dead. Without listening to Williams's pleas and advice, he ran quickly towards his car, entered swiftly, and zoomed off, leaving a cloud of dust behindWhen Ivan entered his home. He was met with a dreadful scene. His wife lay in the pool of her blood with three gunshot wounds splitting her head apart and two gunshot wounds on her stomach. His only child lay beside his mum with a single gunshot bullet wound on his head. As promised earlier, his precious pet dog was not spared in the slaughter.Walking slowly toward the corpses before him and trembling vigorously, Ivan fell to his knees. Heavy tears, slimy mucus, and saliva flowed from his eyes, nose, and mouth. His lips vibrated as he

Max stood before Phoenix's room unsure of how to respond to her simple, yet nerve-wracking question. He thought of turning around and running back to his room.However, when he imagined all the horrible things he stood to suffer at the hands of his boss, he swallowed his fear and calmly said, "it's Max, madam.""Max, give me a few minutes. I will meet you downstairs." Phoenix replied in a calm but slightly authoritative tone as though she was the boss of the house."Yes, madam!"Max bowed politely out of terror, even when there was no one to acknowledge his professionalism.He wanted to say something additional but change his mind and left. He was afraid of what Phoenix would do to him if he got her upset.If she could callously stab the highly reverenced and domineering Dex Logan, then who was he, an old gray-haired butler with no penny or legacy to his name? She would just slit his throat and nobody would notice his untimely demise.Max decided to act on Dex's last instructions on e

All through the night until the following morning, the atmosphere at the David Kingston's mansion remained electrified, tense, and gloomy.The mansion staff members and the numerous bodyguards practically held their breath anytime David was a few inches close to them. They all knew the repercussion of stepping out of line, especially whenever David was in one of his toxic moods.David on the other hand went to bed but barely slept. He spent the night making call after call, looking for any slight information about the gang that disrupted his masquerade party and killed his seventh general.He was unperturbed by the number of injured or dead invitees to his masquerade party. He didn't even bother sending any apology messages to the victims of the attack. All he yearned was justice for his destroyed properties and an attempt on his life.After a few long hours of calls and deliberation, David finally closed his eyes for a brief sleep. However, when he shut his eyes, he was tormented by