The CEO's Unspoken Love

"Sign the papers. Then disappear." Derek didn’t even look up from his laptop. Three years of marriage, and I was just an expired contract to him. Heartbroken, I packed my bags in silence. I waited until 3 AM to sneak into the master bedroom for my passport, praying he was deep asleep. He lay there, breathing steadily, an ice sculpture even in dreams. But the moment I tiptoed past the bed, the air shifted. Before I could take another step, a hand shattered the silence, clamping around my wrist like a steel trap. "Derek?" He didn't wake up. Instead, he yanked me backwards with terrifying force. I hit the mattress, and instantly, his heavy frame pinned me down, trapping me in a cage of muscle and heat. His eyes were still closed, but his subconscious was wide awake—and furious. He buried his face in my neck, his grip tightening until it bruised. "Go ahead," he growled, his voice thick with a dark, twisted obsession I’d never heard before. "Try to run. I’ll break your wings and lock you in this room forever." I stopped breathing. The man who cold-heartedly demanded a divorce was now... ads.maxnovelstories.com

"I hate you," she mumbled, her head resting on my shoulder, "but I don't know how to stop loving you." I froze. The car was silent, save for the hum of the engine. Eleanor, my estranged wife of three years, was drunk and clinging to me like a lifeline. For two years, I stayed in London, convinced she hated our arranged marriage as much as I did. But then she whispered the secret that shattered my reality. "Did you know I've loved you since I was thirteen? But you never noticed." The words hit me harder than any market crash. She didn't want a divorce. She wanted me. I looked down at her sleeping face, defenseless and open. The walls I built to keep us apart suddenly felt like a prison. I carried her into our empty house, her body warm against mine, her scent filling my senses. She begged me not to leave, pulling me into the bed I had avoided for so long. I lay there in the dark, her hand over my heart, realizing I had been running from the one person who truly saw me. Tomorrow she won't remember this confession. But I will never forget it. ad.readinkapp.com

You returned every alimony check sent by your billionaire ex-husband. What you didn't know was that for the last six months, he parked his Rolls-Royce outside your shabby apartment every night, waiting for the once-pampered you to finally bow down to him. But you never appeared. Tonight, your windows were pitch black. No silhouette. No movement. He finally lost his patience. He kicked down your door, ready to demand an explanation. The room was empty, except for a half-packed duffel bag and a puddle of water on the floor. A neighbor leaned against the doorframe, looking at him with a sneer. "Looking for the girl? She drove herself to the hospital an hour ago. She was screaming in pain, but she stopped the medics from making a call. She said the baby's father is dead." ad.readinkapp.com

"Our contract ends next month. Don't flatter yourself." He threw the words like ice daggers, turning his back to her. She swallowed her tears and shifted to the very edge of the king-sized bed. Just counting down the days until she could finally escape this loveless marriage. But at 2 AM, a heavy arm wrapped around her waist. With a terrifying force, she was dragged into a burning hot chest. She gasped, trying to push away. But the CEO, who claimed to feel nothing for her, pinned her wrists above her head. Still fast asleep, his hands roamed dangerously under her silk nightgown. His hot mouth desperately sought hers, swallowing her surprised gasp. "Mine," he murmured huskily in his dreams, his teeth grazing her lower lip. ad.readinkapp.com