One Night Trapped: The CEO's Captive

The BMW was rocking. A steady, unmistakable rhythm echoing through the parking garage. I froze. I knew that car. I’d fallen asleep in that passenger seat a thousand times. But right now, through the fogged-up windows, I saw my boyfriend’s hands gripping a woman’s hips. "F@ck, you feel so good," his rough voice leaked through the cracked window. "So much better than her." 💔 The woman threw her head back, laughing. My keys slipped from my trembling hands, clattering against the concrete. The movement inside stopped. A hand shot out of the window—wearing the silver ring I bought him for our anniversary—waving me away like a stray dog. Then, the woman turned her face toward me.Sophia. My stepsister. She didn't look guilty. She looked triumphant. She slowly wiped the smeared lipstick from her mouth, held my gaze, and licked her thumb clean. Two hours later, I was sitting on the hospital floor. My father had attempted suicide after my ex secretly bankrupted his company. I needed $22,000 for the ICU by tomorrow, or my father would die. I had nothing. 🏥 Desperate and drunk, I threw myself at a cold, dangerous stranger at a bar. I let him take me to his penthouse. I let him ruin me in the best way possible. But the next morning, I walked into Zenith Capital for my shift, only to be summoned to the top floor. The stranger from last night was sitting behind the CEO's desk. Sebastian Pierce. A ruthless billionaire. He slid a contract across the desk. "$620,000 to save your father and clear your debts," his ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, devoid of any warmth. "In exchange, you belong to me for six months. You live in my penthouse. You are available whenever I need you." 📜 "This is ownership," I whispered, my hands shaking. He leaned back, his gaze dropping to my lips. "Call it what you want. Sign the paper, Emma. You don't have a choice." ad.readinkapp.com

I slipped out of the billionaire's hotel bed at dawn, leaving nothing but a crumpled c0ndom wrapper. I thought my reckless one-night stand was the perfect revenge against my cheating ex-fiancé. I was wrong. Twenty-four hours later, my phone buzzed with an unknown number. "Come to the penthouse. Now." It was Sebastian Pierce. My ruthless, untouchable CEO, who apparently recognized the crescent birthmark on my neck while I was screaming his name last night. When I walked into his office, my ex was standing there, mocking my bankrupt father. "She's drowning in debt," my ex sneered. "She has nothing." Sebastian didn't even blink. He stepped in front of me, his tall frame radiating pure lethal energy. "She has me," Sebastian stated coldly, making my ex pale. Before I could process that, Sebastian tossed a contract on his desk. Half a million dollars to save my father's life. The price? Six months of absolute obedience in his bed. "Sign it, Emma," he commanded, his thumb brushing over the exact spot he'd kissed last night. "You gave me a taste of what you can do." His ice-blue eyes darkened with a terrifying obsession. "Now I want the rest." ad.readinkapp.com