Wrong Room: Trapped By The Ruthless CEO

Chapter 7

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white stones of a thousand lives. Kailee led her children by the hand, navig

adstone, tucked beneath th

yers. A Lov

e cold, carved letters of her mother's name. She gently wi

ce thick. "I'm back. And I brough

uncharacteristically solemn. They each held a sin

of the headstone. "Grandma, it's Leo," he said, his voice clear an

own rose next to his. "Hi, Grandma,"

ace, silent and hot. She told her mother everything-about the struggles of the last

sting on the cool stone. "For Leo and Lily. And for me.

d the branches above, and for a moment, Kailee felt a sense of peace she hadn't experien

's hands. It was time to go. Time

man standing a short dist

et cemetery. His hair was more silver than gray, and his face held a complex expression-a mi

e warmth in her face vanished

and Lily behind her, her bod

cing a stiff, uncomfortable smile onto h

erling. Her bi

and her sick mother to start a new

ger, sensing the immediate and hostile shift in his mother's demeanor

ce more damning than any accusa

fury. He gestured vaguely toward the headstone, attempting a

ed Kailee's lips. The hypocrisy was

didn't want it to be here, not in this place

her children's hands and

into her path,

ked, his voice laced with a false s

resentment, snapped. A storm that had been b

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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.”