Wrong Room: Trapped By The Ruthless CEO

Chapter 6

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throbbing ache of a hangover. She was sprawled on the sofa, and Jessie was curled in an armchair opposite her, l

he room spun. A smell wafted from the kitchen. Not the smel

n, her eyes still blurry, an

wearing a tiny dinosaur-print pajama set. He held a spatula with intens

he coffee maker was gurgling its final drops. On the table, four places were s

ef, was meticulously arrangi

et, this tiny, serious boy taking care of everyone. But a small, selfish part of her felt a pang of loss. Her s

l?" Her eyes focused on the scene in the kitchen, and her jaw dropped. "Hol

al. "You're being loud," he said, his tone that of a parent scolding a nois

of sheer bewilderment before shuffl

yolk perfectly runny. "He's always like this?" she asked, her

n feeding himself when he was two. By three

hirped from across the table,

s bacon into precise, bite-sized pieces. "That

It brought back a flash of a dark room, of a cold, arro

rossed his mother's face. He didn't say anything. He just p

ates, instructing Lily to go put her toys

ilee. "Just for a week. I need s

n her expression grew serious. "I need to take th

t's

bustling Brooklyn street below. "W

ars ago, despite her desperate efforts, the money hadn't come in time. Her mother h

would never fully heal, the driving

y seemed to dim. Leo walked over to his mother and took her hand, his

wn strength return. Before she could truly start her new l

close tha

ettling over them as they prepared to leave the apartment, completely unaware tha

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Wrong Room: Trapped By The Ruthless CEO

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“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.”