All Chapters of TRAPPED BY MR CEO TO BE HIS FIANCÉE : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

CALII was finally back home and had already resumed work.Out of nowhere, Mr. Bryan told me I could leave, so I did. After all, it had only been a contract, and both of us had fulfilled our parts of the agreement. There was no reason for me to stay any longer.I grabbed my bag and paused for a moment, glancing around the room to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything important. My eyes swept across the table, the chair, the shelves, and every corner of the room. Nothing.With a small nod to myself, I locked the door behind me and headed out.Thankfully, I was able to catch a cab without much trouble.The ride to the company was quiet, giving me enough time to mentally prepare myself for the mountain of work waiting for me. The moment the building came into view, I couldn't help but sigh.Back to reality.I paid the driver, stepped out, and walked briskly toward the entrance. The first thing I did was stop by reception to clock in before heading to my office.The second I stepped insid

KARENI came downstairs clutching my son tightly against me. The air felt different the moment I stepped outside. Maybe it was because I was finally back home after all these years, or maybe it was because I knew nothing would ever be the same again.A car was already waiting for us.The moment the guards saw me, they hurried forward and took our luggage. I thanked them quietly before getting into the car with my son ,Edwin beside me."Mum, do we finally get to see Dad?" he asked, looking up at me with those innocent eyes.My heart squeezed."Yes, baby," I replied softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead.He smiled and settled comfortably beside me while the car pulled away from the airport.I turned my head toward the window as familiar streets slowly came into view. The city was as lively as I remembered. Cars filled the roads, people moved about in a hurry, and tall trees lined several parts of the street Home.I had missed it more than I cared to admit.But along with the memories

HENRYI was going through some files in my office when I heard a knock on the door."Come in," I said without looking up.The door opened and my PA stepped inside."Sir, she's back."I lifted my head immediately. My brows furrowed."Who?" I asked."Miss Karen."The moment her name left his lips, I froze.For a second, it felt like the air had been knocked out of my lungs. My grip tightened around the pen in my hand, and I stared at him in silence.After all these years."Should we go after her, sir?" he asked carefully.I shook my head.The surprise on his face was obvious. He probably expected me to order a full investigation on her whereabouts immediately.Instead, I leaned back in my chair."Get her a gift.He blinked."A gift, sir?""The best necklace you can find."He looked confused, almost like he wanted to ask a hundred questions, but he wisely kept them to himself."Yes, sir."He turned and left the office.The moment the door closed, I let out a long breath.So she was finally back.Af

CHRISI had no idea what was going on inside Emily's head, but whatever it was, it wasn't making things easy for me.Ever since she woke up, she'd been acting strangely, and it was driving me crazy. Did she regret what happened last night?Was it because she had been drunk?Did she think it was a mistake?The questions wouldn't stop running through my mind.I had woken up before her that morning. For a while, I just lay there watching her sleep. It felt stupid, honestly. I couldn't even explain why I kept staring at her face. It was like watching a movie I never wanted to end.She looked peaceful.Too peaceful then she stirred slightly.I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to still be asleep.A few seconds later, I felt itThat feeling you get when someone is staring at you.I knew she was looking at me.The silence stretched, and I almost opened my eyes to catch her, but I held back. Then suddenly the mattress shifted, and I could tell she had laid back down.A smile tugged at my lips.

​CATHERINE​The fist in my hair was unrelenting. It wasn’t a gentle tug; it was a violent, rooted grip that felt like my scalp was being ripped entirely from my skull. I didn't even have time to register the blinding pain before I was launched forward. For weeks, that suffocating, windowless room had been my entire universe, a stagnant box of shadows and isolation. This was the first time I was leaving it, not on my own two feet, but like a piece of unwanted cargo thrown into a corridor.​I hit the floor hard. The impact vibrated through my entire body, a dull, sickening thud that centered right on my left knee. I felt the skin split, the sharp fire of a deep bruise instantly forming against the cold concrete. Instinctively, I curled inward, my hands flying to my abdomen. My stomach clinched in an agonizing knot, a visceral reaction to the sheer force of the fall. The pain was immense, radiating through my torso in hot, heavy waves that made it impossible to breathe.​Before I could e