All Chapters of THE CEO’S TOY: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The toy ..Leonardo’s threat was this morning alarm as My eyes flew wide open, my heart pounding erratically in my chest. The sweat seeped back into my skin from the drenched pillow. I rose to a sitting position.Those shadows from the basement crept into my head and reminded me of everything that happened in that basement.The sound of the shower stopped, and Damon’s footsteps followed, getting louder as he approached me. As the thud got louder, I pressed my knees to my chest. I suddenly felt I was back in the basement and an uneasy feeling—pain flowed through the stream of my blood as Damon’s step reminded me of Leonard’s.“Are you alright?" Damon’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Yes.” I collapsed my knees back on the bed, forcing a smile.His gaze lingered on me. “You don’t look—“I jolted up. “Let me make breakfast for you.” Before he could say anything, I scurried out of the room.Getting out, I leaned, my back against the wall, seeking support as I muffled my sobs. Dam

The CEO..Binky’s footstep got louder as she approached the dining, and at the time it stopped, I opened my eyes.It fell on hers, dread written in them as she took on the scene. The blood trickled down and tainted my white dress shirt. The shards of broken bottles that carpet the corner behind me. I forced a smile in an attempt to pacify her fear that was palpable. “It’s not that serious.” I tried wiping the coagulated blood on my head.She scurried towards me and cupped my hands between her palms. A frown formed on her face. “I hate when you do this; trying to act tough all the time.” Her tone dripped with seriousness. “You are only going to break.” Going to break, I chuckled inwardly; I might already be broken. My expression darkened. “What did he tell you before I came?” I remember the look in her eyes when I stepped in. The way fear tainted it made my heart ache. I needed to know if he had threatened her. Ignoring my question, she questioned, “What does he want from you?” S

The toy..I paced around the room, my footsteps restless and uneven as the tension tightened its grip on me. The walls seemed to close in with every step I took. My mouth moved silently as if trying to shape words that refused to come out. I was lost in the chaotic swirl of my thoughts, feeling like I was spiraling out of control.I reached for my phone and called Jessie. My hands shook slightly as I held the device to my ear, waiting for her to pick it up. When she did, the words came tumbling out before I could stop them. "Jessie, I’m scared. I don’t know what to do anymore. Everywhere I go, it feels like he’s watching me like I can’t escape him. It’s like a shadow that I can’t shake off."I could hear Jessie moving around on the other end, probably pacing like I was. Her voice was calm, but there was a hint of concern that she couldn’t quite hide. "Ari, you don’t have to push yourself right now. If you’re too scared."I wanted to believe her, to let myself off the hook, but I co

The CEO..Our gaze burnt with intensity. My chest tightened. My fingers dig into my skin that hid beneath my trousers, hoping to wake me up from the dream. I had to be careful. I shouldn’t panic, not before him. I leaned in and conjured confidence out of thin air. “You can’t disown me. You have worked hard to mold me into your image.” I forced a smile; I made my eyes gleam with resolve—anything to make him believe he hadn’t shaken me yet. “You don’t have any children. What about your legacy?”My father leaned in, his resolve unwavering. Was it real? Was he feigning it like me? That I couldn’t tell. “What’s the use of having a child that wouldn’t listen?” His amber eyes burned like a scorching sun. “You are a failed project. You are useless. You are as weak as your mother.” His voice deepened. “You have my exterior, but you took your mother’s heart.” His words cut deep. The way he talked casually after he killed her. My eyes fell on his hand, the ones that took my mother's life, a

The Toy..Mr. Davis Jackson sat on the other sofa across from us. His eyes darted around like he was scanning for an escape.“Mr. Jackson, don’t do anything stupid.” There was a wide smile on his face. “I never knew you were capable of showing emotion with the way you were sitting on the chair while my father threw his tantrum.” He leaned back. “If I knew you were the one I was looking for, I would have decorated your face with your blood.”The tension and the unease were palpable. Sitting down, my eyes kept dancing between both of them. I had a lot of questions, but I had to wait for Damon to set the stage.“Why did you buy the bracelet under my name?” Damon questioned. “Why were you trying to frame me for her murder?”Mr. Jackson's eyes widened. “Your name?” Confusion was written on his face. “I never bought it in your name,” he responded. “But on the receipt, you wrote Mr.“ Damon froze mid-sentence; he faced me, fear settled in his eyes. "Damon, what happened?” My voice quiver