All Chapters of The CEO's Beautiful Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"You're insufferable..." Frida tried to turn away, but Roman's hand gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to face him. His touch was firm, balancing dominance and gentleness. It didn’t hurt, but it left no room for resistance. Roman brought his face close to hers, inhaling the scent of her skin, brushing her softly with the tip of his nose, igniting a heat between her legs.Frida’s delicate hands rested on his bare chest, trying to maintain some distance from this dominant beast, but her palms burned at the contact with his skin, which pulsed with desire. Their lips met with a soft pressure, and as their mouths began to move in sync, the fire between them grew. The room’s temperature shifted, keeping the cold at bay.Roman gently laid Frida back onto the plush bed, and as he hovered above her, his hands roamed her body, rediscovering every inch of her smooth skin. His mouth claimed her neck, tasting her, savoring the way her body writhed beneath him, eager to unite with him once

“I’m sorry, Frida… but I need that child,” Roman said, looking at her with pity in his eyes.“She’ll need to leave the house immediately and—”“Stop,” Roman interrupted Luke. “I’ll handle this from here. You can go.”The lawyer nodded, fumbling to gather his documents before standing and leaving the room. Silence hung in the air for a few moments before Roman leaned toward Frida. He understood her sorrow but knew there wasn’t much he could do to fix it.“Frida…”“I know… I’ll leave now and—”“Frida, please. Just be quiet and listen to me,” Roman interrupted her again, pressing his finger gently against her lips. “I’ll forget about the money I’ve spent on Emma. Consider it a gift for her. I’ll also give you some compensation for the time you’ve spent here. It won’t be much, but it might help you find somewhere to stay. I only ask for one last favor.”“What is it?” Frida asked nervously.“Give me one last night... a proper goodbye. I want to eat and drink with you. I want to poss

"What should I tell the men?" Luke asked."Tell them to send a bouquet of white roses for the girl once she’s out of surgery and leave a single red rose for Frida. That rose should carry a message...""Anything else?""Give her a week to let the girl recover. After that, I want them following her like hounds. Bring her back to me, no matter what. I don’t care if she’s in pieces or whole, unconscious or awake, but I want her here, and I want her alive.""Yes, sir…" Just as Luke was about to leave the room, Roman stopped him."Find another candidate. Open the search again and make sure the requirements include a fertility test this time."Luke nodded and left Roman alone. Although Roman wanted to find Frida and make her pay, part of him still felt a flicker of pity and compassion for her situation. Destroying a woman who wasn’t already at a disadvantage would have been easier. He liked to believe he wasn’t that much of a tyrant.-Emma came out of surgery with a good prognosis. O

“Jake... I can’t do this to you...” Frida put some distance between them. He was a great friend, but she couldn’t bring herself to see him as a romantic partner.“Frida... Let me help you. Don’t make decisions based on what you think you’ll lose, because it won’t be like that. And if you’re worried I’ll expect something in return, don’t. I won’t ask for anything.”-Frida convinced herself to take things slow. While her belly wasn’t noticeable yet, she continued working with the same enthusiasm as always. Jake made sure to prepare all her cravings, and after work, he’d walk her home. Time passed, and as she watched the news of Roman celebrating his engagement with that redhead, Frida lovingly caressed her growing belly. She wasn’t going to give up her baby.The money she had saved to repay Roman was now used for the birth when the time came. Jake was by her side the whole time, and although she appreciated him, it hurt that it wasn’t Roman holding her hand. The cries of a newborn f

“What happened between us, Frida?” Roman’s voice carried a hint of guilt.“A failed contract.”“No... You still owe me a child. You’re still mine. That contract is still valid,” he responded, indignant, trapping Frida’s face between his hands. “Your womb is still fertile, and your signature is fresh on that paper. You still belong to me.”“Not anymore,” Frida said, her voice heavy with pain. “You have a new contract to fulfill now.”“No,” he whispered against her lips. “Tell me you’ll fulfill your part. Tell me you’ll come back, and everything will be like it was.”“Like it was? When you had me forgotten in that house, only there for you to use? I was nothing more than an accessory, no more important than the coat rack by the door. I’ll repay every last cent, and I’ll be free of you and your contract.”“That will never happen,” Roman said with a smug smile. Frida’s defiance hadn’t changed with time. She was still rebellious and proud—and he loved that about her.He silenced her