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Wrong Room: Trapped By The Ruthless CEO

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1249    |    Released on: Today at 17:09

doors, and the thick, soupy heat of a New York summer envel

this city in pieces. She was returning with two small lives depending on her. The weight of

a few extra weeks, but in the end, Catherine Byers had slipped away quietly in her sleep, a month after that terrible night at the St. Regis

uldn't fail again. Not h

ar, Lily tugged at her sleeve. "

uggling two children and a mountain of luggage, and her friend was waiting

. "Okay, Mom. Come on, Lily." He took his sister's hand with the practi

ely latched onto a vendor selling brightly colored Mylar balloons. Specifically, a

ons to stay close, she let go of his han

alled, already movi

impact sent her stumbling backward, but a man's hand caught her arm, steadying her before she fell. Lily mumbled

, slightly flushed. "Wh

ly. "Lily just bumped into som

't see the tall man who had crouched down to look at her daughter, didn't notice the stran

d to a halt directly in front of

vealing a woman with a fiery red bob and

arrillo whistled, her bright

You're still as subtle as a foghorn." She leaned in through the o

ch," Jessie mumbled

Kailee whispered bac

er gaze landed on the two small figures perc

inger at them. "Kailee...

ned woman and offered a polite, seriou

Kailee's leg. "Hi, Auntie," she said

comical blend of shock and disbelief. She looked from one to the o

ed her a few feet away from the car, lower

ter's program, did you? You went to a

g, though her eyes were suspiciously bright. "

her tiny car. It was a tight squeeze. She watched, dumbfounded, as Leo climbed into his boo

" Jessie muttered

two small passengers. She noticed the way Leo's brow furrowed in concentration as he watched the traffic, the

at, her soft, melodic voice a stark contras

arefully casual. "How old are

he passing blur of buildings. "They're almost six," she said

instantly. She understood. This was serious. She pressed her foot on the

t building in Brooklyn. Jessie's apartment was small, but i

rtoon-themed sheets. Two stuffed animals-a fluffy bear

riend had made for her and her children without a moment's hesitation. Words failed her

hick as she patted Kailee's back. "We

from the long journey, the two women finally sat down on the living room sof

ured a generous amount of whiskey into a glass fo

ith a soft thud. "Now you can tell me. Wha

e. The glass felt frigid against her skin. She was silent f

rden herself, to share the secret she had carried alone for so long. The secret of a d

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Wrong Room: Trapped By The Ruthless CEO
Wrong Room: Trapped By The Ruthless CEO
“Six years ago, my mother's life support was about to be cut off over a $50,000 medical bill. Desperate, I agreed to sell myself to a wealthy client in Penthouse C. But in my blind panic, I swiped my key card into Penthouse B. Before I could explain, a terrifying stranger dragged me into the pitch-black room and ruthlessly claimed me. When dawn broke, I realized my catastrophic mistake. Worse, when my mother's nurse called, the stranger mistook it for a pimp and violently smashed my only phone to pieces against the wall. I fled the hotel in tears, only to discover the real client next door had already left. Because of that one wrong door, the money never came in time, and my mother passed away two days later. I was left with a shattered life and, nine months later, a pair of fatherless twins. For six years, I struggled in the dirt to raise my children alone. I thought I had finally escaped that nightmare. "We prefer to hire employees without family baggage," the interviewer sneered, rejecting me for a junior designer role. I didn't understand. If I was humiliated and rejected so harshly, why did the corporate HR department suddenly override the decision and send me a direct offer an hour later? It wasn't until I walked into the CEO's office that my blood ran cold. The ruthless billionaire sitting behind the desk, holding my six-year-old revenge note, was the monster from that dark room.”