The Psycho CEO Crashed My Wedding
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The man holding me now was Luther Stone, the CEO of Northstrike Air.
As for how I ended up in his bed, I could only “thank” my incompetent husband for that.
Luther was a well–known figure, respected in the business world and feared in the darker corners of Jaloria. Those who had crossed paths with him couldn’t help but whisper about his unusual kinks.
The rumors came from the women who had been involved with him. No one could say for sure if they were true.
One thing that stood out was his unusual penchant for raw and pickled foods. It was often said that those who indulged in such delicacies had a wilder side when it came to intimacy.
A few years ago, a dancer who used to be involved with Luther suffered a severe hemorrhage. She lost so much blood that she required several units of transfusion to survive.
Since then, a hillside villa in Jaloría had been registered in her name. Some even joked that trading a hemorrhage for a villa was a fair exchange.
Now, Luther seemed so different from the charming, refined man he appeared to be in the day. I instantly felt a rush of fear and shock. The terror brought back haunting memories of my husband, Ryan Manning.
Luther’s gaze hardened.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked.
“Nothing.” I tried to deny it, but he saw straight through me.
He once told me my voice reminded him of a docile cat. But that couldn’t have been further from the truth. I had always been reserved, quiet, and uncomfortable around people.
My life had been pretty ordinary, moving along the same predictable path as most people.
After graduating from college without any connections or resources, I decided to take a shot and apply to my dream company.
Although I ended up in a receptionist role that didn’t bring me fulfillment, I still felt fortunate to have secured a position at Northstrike Air.
That was where I met Ryan since we both started in entry–level positions. After a year of dating, we decided to get married.
Throughout our courtship, Ryan never once pursued intimacy, and I assumed he was simply a conservative, upstanding man.
It wasn’t until after we were married that I uncovered the truth. Everything had been a facade. The real reason for Ryan keeping his distance was that he was impotent.
Ryan wasn’t just infertile. He couldn’t even meet the most basic expectations of marriage. Suddenly, I was trapped in a loveless, empty union.
I demanded a divorce immediately, but Ryan begged me as tears streamed down his face. On top of that, his deeply traditional family viewed divorce as a serious taboo.
in the end, I gave in.
Ryan always reassured me that he understood I was still young. If I had physical needs, he insisted he wouldn’t stop me from finding another man. But I never did.
My loyalty only made his guilt grow. To make amends, he gave me every penny of his salary each month.
He refused to let me lift a finger around the house. He was always coming up with new ways to prepare delicious meals for me. Every holiday, he would take me shopping or plan special trips.
He cherished me completely, and that feeling of being adored filled the emptiness left by a childhood of emotional neglect.
One day, Ryan took me to buy lavish clothes and sultry lingerie. We ended up at Jaloria’s most luxurious five–star hotel.
I foolishly believed his condition had been cured. But just as we reached the door of the presidential suite, he finally confessed the truth.
He was giving me to the company’s CEO, Luther.
Yes, he was handing his own wife over to another man’s bed.
His words still haunted me, as clear as day. “Mr. Stone wants a virgin to sleep with him. In exchange, he promised me a promotion to branch manager, and I’d receive an annual salary of 150 thousand dollars. But that’s not all…”
He wanted me to have his child.
I couldn’t believe those shameless, disgusting words had come from Ryan. Rage consumed me, and my blood surged through my veins as my tears flowed uncontrollably.
I cursed him and struck out in fury, but Ryan confronted me with a cold, harsh reality.
Last month, my family was hit with a devastating crisis. My younger brother ran up a massive debt and fled to another city to escape the creditors,
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leaving our aging parents to face the ruthless debt collectors on their own.
Ryan had reached out to his connections and tried to gather support, but we were still far from the amount needed to pay off the debt.
The hole was too deep, and without a way out, my family would never know peace again.
Ryan told me that if I pleased Luther, not only would the debt be wiped clean, but he would receive a promotion, and we would finally have a child.
He assured me that if I made this sacrifice, everything would finally fall into place.
In the end, I let him persuade me.
When I walked in, Luther didn’t seem all that surprised. He was wearing a white bathrobe, casually tied at the waist. The collar was slightly open, revealing his well–toned chest.
Without realizing it, I nervously clenched my hands at my sides. My body was trembling.
His cold gaze lingered on me, his eyes flickering with a mix of mischief and amusement.
“Would you like some wine to help you relax?”
Before I could respond, he turned, walking toward the coffee table. He bent slightly as he poured the wine, the glass shimmering in his hand.
I watched the deep red liquid swirl inside, leaving delicate trails along the sides of the glass.
“Mr. Stone,” I said cautiously.
He gently lifted my chin and brought the glass to my lips, feeding me the wine.
The wine dripped down the corner of my mouth, and he wiped it away with his fingertip. I felt a wave of shivers course through me.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“No.”
“Are you having second thoughts?”
I was, but it was too late to turn back now.
“No,” I said again.
“Then stop acting like I’m forcing you. What’s your name?”
My gaze dropped. “Sapphire Miller.”
“Sapphire,” he repeated, nodding slightly.
With that, he guided me into the bedroom and sat at the foot of the bed. He leaned back, hands propped behind him.
“Take it off,” he said casually.
I had never imagined standing bare before another man except Ryan. The thought alone made my stomach twist.
Luther noticed my hesitation, and his expression hardened. “If you don’t want to, then leave.”
My first instinct was to flee, but my body felt heavy like it was rooted to the floor.
If I walked away now, the suffocating weight of my unresolved problems would follow me- -haunting me every step I took.
With trembling hands, I reached down and unbuttoned my skirt. The black fabric slid to the floor, pooling at my feet.
Luther’s eyebrow arched, a sly sparkle igniting in his eyes.
Ryan had picked this outfit. The sheer gauze clung to my skin in intricate, shadowed patterns, its touch soft and intimate, like silk brushing against my fingertips.
At first, I thought it too revealing, but Ryan had assured me it made me look otherworldly.
Without hesitation, Luther extended his hand. I stepped forward cautiously, placing mine in his, my nerves prickling with discomfort and doubt. Ryan must have known exactly what he was doing. Luther’s gaze on me grew more intense, impossible to ignore. He pulled me into his arms, softening
That night, my mind was a whirlwind.
Morning came too quickly. When I woke, Luther was gone. On the bedside table, a bank card lay waiting.
I thought it was over. But as I stepped out of the presidential suite, I found Luther’s secretary, Matthew Grady, waiting outside.
He handed me a set of formal clothes and said, “Ms. Miller, Mr. Stone has gone to Stonelark for a meeting this afternoon. He’s requested that you accompany him as his assistant”
His assistant?
I was completely caught off guard.
