The CEO's Runaway Cinderella Returns

Chapter 4

Word Count: 654 | Released on: 22/04/2026

yes on the wall behind Bennett's head, refusing to look at th

e project's technical specs. The words came out tig

he blueprints. He wasn't looking at her face. His long fingers t

ound the desk, his long strides ea

lder blades hit the cold glass of the floor-t

e looked down at her, his height blo

rdered. His voice was low, a ru

the blueprint on the desk. The paper cu

lew across the desk. The lightweight p

flatten it. His movemen

he entire roll of blueprints slid off the edge of the

to grab them. Her knees bent, h

rly collided. She caught a whiff of that scent agai

nd drifted. His fingertips brushed against the back of Isabel

A mark left when she'd stumbled against a wrought-iron ta

felt like she had been burned. Her breath hitched, a sharp, ragged

e blueprint in one hand. His eyes were dar

up her neck. That touch was too delibera

ed completely unbothered, as if touching her leg ha

ez." He raised an eyebrow, his to

The copper taste of blood filled her mouth.

the desk and walked back around to his chair. He sat dow

more than anything else. It fe

ap. She didn't say goodbye. She just walked out of the

hand drifted to her calf, her palm pressing aga

ident. He knew. But why w

ying with her. Like a cat with a mouse. He didn't wan

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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.”