The CEO's Runaway Cinderella Returns

Chapter 2

Word Count: 572 | Released on: 22/04/2026

ing against her ribs like a trapped bird. She had to get

, leaving the surface shining like a mirror under the overhead

crack echoed up the stairwell - but it wasn't her bone. It was the strap of her custom-made shoe

shot up her leg, but the adrenaline was stronger. She didn't have t

delicate straps cutting into her fingers as she pulled. She grab

but it grounded her. She bolted down the rest of the stairs, her feet slappi

of leather soles on marble. Bennett was descending

the step. Sitting there, alone and glittering under the light, was a

er sole, finding a line of tiny, engraved text. A custom signature. His expression shifted, his eyes unreadabl

ts. Her smile was tight, her eyes sharp. Isabelle slipped in through a side door,

d the doorway. The room went quiet for a split second. Every he

as if searching for something. Or someone. Then, without a word to anyone, he turned

the crowd. "What was that

unexplained appearance. But the moment

her heart hammering. He hadn't given the shoe to any

. She dashed out the hotel's side entrance, the cold pavement biting into her bare feet. Sh

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The CEO's Runaway Cinderella Returns

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“At the project kickoff party, Isabelle casually mocked the new capital representative, calling him a suit with a trust fund. A low, magnetic voice spoke from the shadows right behind her. It was Bennett Lloyd, the man holding the purse strings for the entire project. But as Isabelle turned around, her blood ran cold. He wasn't just her new boss. He was the stranger she had a desperate one-night stand with five years ago. The man she had fled from before dawn, leaving only a fake name. In her panic to escape him, Isabelle tripped on the marble stairs and left behind a single, custom-made diamond heel. Bennett found it, but instead of exposing her, he began a terrifying game of cat and mouse. He forced her to be his exclusive on-site consultant, vetoed her vacation time, and isolated her from her team. He trapped her in his office, his touches lingering just enough to remind her of that night, slowly suffocating her professional life as payback. Pushed to the brink of a breakdown by his relentless torment, Isabelle sat in a hotel bar, drowning her panic in vodka. She pulled out her phone, intending to send a voice memo to her best friend to confess the suffocating guilt she had hidden for years. "I can't do this anymore. I'm a sinner. I killed her... I killed my mother." She hit send, only to realize her screen didn't show her friend's name. The confession had gone straight to Bennett Lloyd.”