Owned by the CEO

Name: Owned by the CEO
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I was his woman, then he gave me the divorce papers like I was not a thing. Alessio De Luca, the heartless CEO with a heart colder than ice, broke me in ways no one saw. I thought I was loved by this man and free, but freedom isn't always what it seems when the man who owns your past refuses to let go of your future. Now, caught between Alessio's cruel hold and Noah's kind promise, I'm hurt. He wants to control me again on his conditions other one provides the love I never thought I deserved. I'm weak, broken and scared to have hope. But some scars don't heal quietly they scream for a second chance. This isn't just a love triangle. It's a battle for my heart, my soul... and my freedom. Will I let Alessio own me once more? Or will I find the strength to finally break free?

R18+ Modern Divorce Love triangle CEO Arrogant/Dominant

Chapter 5 Back Where You Belong

05-28 17:30

Chapter 1 The Papers Were Cold, But His Eyes Were Colder

The room was muted, very silent. I sat on the opposite side of him; my fingers twisted in my lap. I didn't want to look at him because I was very heartbroken, instead, I looked away. The divorce papers were on the table between us, clean like there was never part of something once called love. Alessio didn't even say a word to me. He just pushed the papers towards me, slow and stiff. No warmth, no emotions, and no explanation. Not even to look at me. I looked away quickly, blinking fast because I didn't want to cry.

"You got what you wanted, Leah," he said, with no emotion, like he didn't care.

"You're free."

Free?

The word felt wrong, like a bad joke with no reason to laugh. I stared at the papers. My name sat at the top, bold and final. Leah Carter De Luca, it didn't feel like my name anymore. I didn't shed a tear. I couldn't. I had exhausted all my tears long ago, during the nights he arrived home late, on mornings when he looked at me as if I were not important to him. I grabbed the pen. My hand trembled, the paper in front of me blurred as my eyes filled with tears, I tried to breathe, but my chest felt tight. He didn't move or blink.

"I didn't ask for this," I whispered.

Still, he said nothing.

I signed. As the ink spread, it felt like something inside me was breaking. Three years of marriage. Erased with a signature.

I stood, holding the folder like it might break in my hands, my hands shaking. I didn't look at him. If I did, I might fall apart again, but as I turned to leave, I felt him behind me, his breath of warm air touched the back of my neck.

"Don't make the mistake of thinking this means you're not still mine."

I stood still like my body had stopped working. The way he spoke, quiet and sure, cut me deeper than anything else in that room.

I walked out anyway. The doors shut behind me. It sounded like an ending. A closing chapter, I kept walking, but it felt like his words were still tearing at me. Each step felt like I was leaving a part of myself behind. People moved past me, but I didn't see them. Everything around me turned into a quiet, empty sound.

I pushed through the glass doors and stepped into the cool air. That's when it hit me. Not the breeze, not the silence, but the nothingness. He left me. Just like that, and the world didn't stop for my pain. My knees gave out as I reached the curb. I dropped to the edge of the sidewalk, clutching the folder against my chest like it could hold me together. I wasn't free.

I was thrown away, like I was nothing.

And worse... I still loved him, I didn't cry; instead, I just sat there, staring at the cracks in the pavement, wondering if I had become one of them, broken and unnoticed. My phone buzzed in my bag; it was a message from him.