Trapped By The CEO's Obsessive Love

Chapter 2

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d a large white towel from the rack. She pulled open the bathr

and pulled the heavy duvet up to her chin. She squeezed her eyes

e cold, sharp energy of a Wall Street boardroom with him. He reached up, loosened his silk tie, and tossed it

The screen was blank. Chloe had not repl

cuffs, his jaw tightening. He walked down the hallway, his leathe

m. The room was dim, the curtains drawn. He saw the

He walked to the side of the bed and stood o

scent of expensive cedar cologne mixed with fain

der the covers, her knuckles turning

ool fingers brushed a strand of

through her skin. Chloe flinched, her

. He leaned down, his face inches from hers. His b

said, his voice

her eyelashes and opened her eyes, blinking as if disori

b and forefinger, tilting her face up. His gaze was sharp,

her throat. "I was dizzy. I didn

ight flared in Julian's eyes. His gaze dropped fro

ainst her abdomen through the blankets. He rubbed his thumb in a

den. She shoved his hand away and bolted up

ure in the room plummeted. His face turned to stone

ands over her mouth. "Acid reflux," she gasped

The muscle in his jaw ticked. He slowly lowered his h

r chest heaving. A thin layer of

mere loungewear. He stopped at the foot of the bed. "

rder against the headboard. "I really don'

octave, carrying a quiet, absolute authori

ce crumbled. She slowly pushed the covers aside and swung

n them, wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, and pulled her against his side.

er. The silence between them was th

y in the corner. The long mahogany table was set. The

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“Every night, Julian stood in the doorway, his dark eyes watching me swallow the daily vitamin he provided. Until one day, the familiar bitter taste was replaced by a sweet fruit scent. I sent a photo to an online doctor, only to find out it was a prenatal folic acid pill. Six bright red lines on three pregnancy tests shattered my world. I was carrying the child of the predator who owned this penthouse. When Julian discovered I was investigating his trap, his rage was terrifying. He shattered my phone and threatened to frame my best friend for corporate fraud. "Eat it, or tomorrow morning, the funds in your father's medical account will be frozen." He whispered those words while forcing me to swallow my dinner until I vomited. He dragged me to his study, slamming a marriage license and a suffocating prenup on his mahogany desk. He used my father's life and my unborn child to lock me in a permanent, legal cage. I was a bankrupt daughter fighting a billionaire. I had absolutely no leverage. So, I gave up fighting physically. I turned into a block of ice, refusing to speak, refusing to react, treating him like empty air until his obsession drove him to the edge of madness. Desperate to finalize the marriage, he dragged me to his family estate to secure his grandmother's approval. Instead of performing as his obedient fiancée, I looked the fierce matriarch right in the eye and refused his wealth. Seeing through his violence, she issued a direct order: we were to sleep in separate rooms until the wedding. That night, I pushed the heavy guest room door shut right in Julian's furious face. "Goodnight, Julian." I turned the brass deadbolt, finally finding my first weapon to fight back.”