Trapped By The CEO's Obsessive Love

Chapter 3

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air at the side of the table. He looked

front of her. The rich, heavy scent of garlic butter escargot and thick

wine glass, took a slow sip of the dark red liquid, and watched her. H

ffocating. She gripped the handle of her silver fork un

He set it down on the tabl

looked up, her eyes wide, me

to please me?" Julian as

I'm sorry," she whispered. "I really

e casting a long shadow over the table. He walked slowly

ir, leaning over her. His presence was a ph

oon. He dipped it into the bowl, scooping up a thick portion

her nose. Chloe turned her face away

er jaw, his fingers digging into her skin

t her temple. "Or tomorrow morning, the funds i

g in a facility, dependent on that money to survive. Chloe's

opened her mouth. She t

mmediately. She slapped her hand over her mouth, tears spilling down he

walked back to his seat and

the soup, brought it to her mouth, and swallowed. Tears dripped o

nd his mouth slowly smoothed out. A dark, twisted sat

d the spoon. It clattered against the bowl. She clamped both hands ove

he toilet and vomited. Everything s

later. He stood in the doorway, his bro

ouched beside her. He held the glass out. "What is wrong with

d spit. She leaned her head back against the cool tile wall. "I

ve her. He reached into his pocket and p

her. She lunged forward and grabbed his wrist. "No. Please.

was freezing cold and trembling violently. He turned his hand ov

and shoved it back into his pocket. He bent down, slid one arm under

the bedroom. He laid her on the mattre

water turn on in the sink. She closed her eyes, the darkness of

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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.”