The CEO's Trap: Reclaiming His Runaway Wife

Chapter 8

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fice was vast, with a floor-to-ceiling window that

s back to her. He was in his early thirties, wearing

was glued to the

at was he

the other, a glass of whiskey in one hand. He was

n, all her composure, shattered in an insta

u leaving?" Graves's low, unhu

licked shut, the sound of the automat

rstood now. This was a setup

ologetic smile on his face. "Ms. Griffith,

iend, Graves, insisted on seeing you." He

"Is this some kind of game for you rich people? Is this fun?"

her. He was a full head taller than her, his large frame castin

o see you?" he asked, stopping right in

retreat halted by the cold, hard su

e door on either side of her h

d washed over her again, stron

efusing to look at him. "Grav

t from her chest. She couldn't tell if it was from anger

over to a wet bar, turning his back to

ed across her ear. "What

ted her chin up, forci

motions she couldn't decipher-possessiv

from me," he rasped

request. It

ation welled up in Alena's eyes

but her strength was nothing against

pinning them behind her bac

, so close she could feel the powerful, s

ruggled, her voice tremb

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The CEO's Trap: Reclaiming His Runaway Wife

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“Five years ago, my billionaire husband, Graves Hammond, threw me out of our home for another woman without a second thought. I returned to New York with a new life, only to be cornered by him in a restroom, his eyes burning with a terrifying obsession as he demanded I come back to him. To escape, I lied and said I was already married to the Mayor of New York. But Graves didn't back down. Instead, he orchestrated a massive, humiliating trap. Under the guise of a dream job interview at a top corporate group, he locked me inside a CEO's office. He pinned me against the heavy wooden door, his massive frame caging me in. "Alena, stop running from me. Come back to me." He even used his connections to force my company to transfer me directly into his inner circle, stripping away all my choices. I couldn't understand it. When he chose Celine over me, he didn't show an ounce of mercy. Why was he now acting like a madman who couldn't live without me? Was it just a sick game of possession, or was he tied to the tragedy that had shattered my world back then? Staring at the forced transfer notice on my desk, my fear slowly morphed into a cold resolve. If he wanted to pull me into his web, I would use this chance to find the truth and tear his empire apart.”