Ceo Of My Heart – Episode 33&34
CEO OF MY HEART
Ceo Of My Heart – Episode 33&34
( Love and Lust….)
GENRE : Billionaire/Musical Romance.
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Bruce face had gone pale.
“What happened?” Giselle asked , but he didn’t respond Instead, he stepped back toward his car.
” I have to go .”
“Bruce.” she called.
He looked at her for a long second, like he wanted to say something — but decided against it.
“I’ll call you.”
Before she could stop him, he drove off.
Giselle stood there, unsettled. Her phone vibrated , news notifications
She unlocked it.
BREAKING: Explosion at Bruce’s mansion.
Her breath stilled.
She tapped it.
Live footage flooded her screen.
Flames swallowed the east wing of Bruce’s mansion. Smoke poured into the sky. Reporters shouted over sirens.
“Authorities suspect an intentional ignition— from within the garage section.Firefighters are currently battling the flames….”
Her heartbeat slowed intentionally.
Her phone buzzed again.
Leonard
She stared at his name for a second… then answered.
“Did you see the news?” she asked quietly.There was no panic in her voice.
On the other end, Leonard exhaled slowly ” Yes.”
Silence.
Then— he spoke
“Do you like my surprise?”
The world around her seemed to pause.
Her fingers tightened around the phone.
“You did this,” she said flatly.
“I removed a distraction,” he corrected calmly.
“That was his home.”her eyes darkened.
“And he was standing too close to you.”
The flames on her screen reflected in her gaze.
“You don’t get to burn people’s houses because you’re jealous.”
“I don’t get jealous,” Leonard replied smoothly. “I calculate.”
The wind moved through her hair, but she didn’t move.
“You could’ve hurt people.”
“I made sure no one was inside.”
That chilled her more than if he had denied it.
He had planned it.
Precisely.Carefully.
“You crossed a line, Leo.”
There was a brief pause.
“You crossed mine first,” he said quietly. “When you smiled at him.”
Her jaw clenched.
The line went dead cos Leonard disconnected the call.
Giselle lowered the phone slowly.
Behind her, black cars pulled into the driveway.
Leonard stepped out like nothing had happened.
Like he hadn’t just turned someone’s mansion into smoke.
He walked toward her calmly.
“You look upset,” he observed.
She held up her phone, showing him the burning estate.
“You’re insane.”
” Am kinda upset with myself.” Leonard revealed with a teasing smirk ” I forgot to add his studio to my list .”
” You’re mad , Leo …. Too bad I can’t stay mad at you ” she exhaled slowly shaking her head.
Leonard didn’t even hear what she said , his eyes were rooted on her lips .
He fantatized gently pushing her to the car or perhaps roughly , crowning her lips like a king would do to his queen.
Yeah , she was his queen.
His girl.
His short witch .
Without warning, he stepped forward. In one fluid motion, he swept Giselle off her feet.
“Leo!” she gasped, startled.
Giselle’s hands instinctively went to his shoulders, steadying herself. “Leonard! Put me down!”
This would be first time she called him his full name and it still sounded so fuckin sexy to his hearing.
A teasing smirk crossed his face. “I’ll put you down when I decide to.”
Before she could protest further, he stepped toward the car. With effortless strength, he opened the door and gently lowered her into the passenger seat.
The engine roared to life. Leonard climbed in and started the car, eyes back on the road but occasionally glancing at her, unreadable, powerful, completely in control.
For a brief moment Giselle found her heart beat racing as she stared at his side features.
So dangerously handsome.
Now she sees why Aimee is obsessed with Leonard.
” Am going to Spain tomorrow tomorrow for a business meeting.” Leonard said.
For a sec , Giselle frowned but she maintained her composure.
” How long?” she asked flatly.
“Two days,” he replied smoothly, his eyes flicking to her through the rearview mirror. He studied every twitch of her expression, every subtle tightening of her jaw.
” Two days ? Isn’t that too much ? ” she rolled her eyes sadly.
” If you want I can cancel the meeting , just say the word .” he said quietly, almost teasingly.
” No , infact am really happy you’re going , no one to stalk me for two days ” she muttered lowering her head.
Leonard’s grip on the wheel tightened.
She won’t even miss him . Not even a bit.
She wants him gone.
His eyes darkened immediately
Giselle’s phone buzzed indicating she was E—mailed .
She checked it , Vincent sent it to her , her schedule isn’t packed today , tonight she and Bruce would be performing at MET stadium tonight.
Would Bruce still perform after what happened at his mansion?
That wasn’t actually bothered her at all.
Leonard would be gone for two days .
BRUCE’S MANSION*
Pinky and Sabrina stood outside the smoldering remains of Bruce’s mansion, faces carefully contorted with grief.
“Can you believe this?” Pinky’s voice cracked on cue. “Everything… gone!”
Sabrina dabbed at her cheeks with an oversized designer handkerchief. “We don’t even know what to do. This is… devastating.”
Their cameras clicked and recorded every staged moment. They made sure every angle captured the smoke, the charred walls, and their “pain.”
Comments poured in immediately:
“Oh my God stay strong girls!”
“I can’t believe this happened to Bruce ”
“Sending prayers. This is tragic ”
Pinky whispered to Sabrina, eyes glinting. “They’re eating it up. Perfect timing.”
Sabrina nodded, pretending to sob again. “The world will feel sorry for us. And for Bruce.”
” Am not upset the mansion got burnt infact am glad ,Bruce will get a more better mansion than this trash ,” Pinky muttered.
” Yeah ” Sabrina nodded.
” Let’s use this an excuse and take a day off , besides it’s been long we ordered for boys .” she added.
” You’re making sense San , book an hotel room at the most exclusive hotel in New York and order for boys , I don’t want small d1¢ks .” Pinky said with zero shame.
It’s like the word shame is not in her dictionary.
” Sure babe .” Sabrina agreed .
” You still haven’t told me the plans you have for Eva .” Sabrina said again.
” Chill babe , the plan is not running away .” Pinky smirked.
Meanwhile on the other side , Bruce watched the mansion burn down into ashes , tears forming in his eyes.
This isn’t just an ordinary mansion to him , it’s the first mansion he purchased after debuting.
He slid his hands into his pocket and he texted Giselle.
Bruce : I won’t be able to perform love with you today . Good luck.
she replied immediately.
Princess : I understand.
Bruce smiled then he pocketed his phone .
[PRIDE HIGH ]
Eva is standing outside the class door.
She exhaled and then inhaled before stepping in.
To her dismay no one taunted her , infact they all cheered for her .
Eva smiled then she took her seat next to Daniel who wouldn’t stop teasing her .
But her body , mind and soul still screamed for Jeremy.
Outside Jeremy is walking to class sweating profusely , it’s obvious he walked to school again , even his heart is hammering in his chest.
” Slow down dude!” Lionel approached swinging his arm on his shoulder.
For a moment Jeremy forgot to function properly.
” Get your hands off me!” Jeremy snapped shyly.
” I don’t want to ” Lionel stubbornly refused.
Jeremy sighed in defeat , they’re now walking to class together.
Lionel kept on staring at Jeremy for gawd who knows how long.
Jeremy did as if he didn’t sense Lionel’s stare.
[PINKPOP MANSION ]
Rumi stepped out of her room in PinkPop Mansion.
The hallway lights caught on the soft fabric of her revealing dress as she walked forward, unbothered, confident. It clung in all the right places, short enough to make a statement, daring enough to turn heads.
Vincent was there.
He had been leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone — until he looked up.
And froze.
His eyes moved slowly, unintentionally, from her face… down… then back up again. He didn’t even realize his lips had parted slightly. He just stood there, staring.
Rumi pretended not to notice at first, adjusting a strand of hair behind her ear.
Vincent swallowed.
He was practically drooling — and he didn’t even know it.
“Are you done staring?” she asked sweetly, one brow lifting.
That snapped him out of it.
“I— what?” He straightened immediately, clearing his throat and looking away, embarrassed.
But a second later?
His eyes drifted right back to her.
Rumi crossed her arms slowly, the corner of her lips tilting up.
“Vincent.”
He blinked again, like someone waking from a trance. “Yeah?”
“You’re staring.”
“I’m not.”
She took a step closer.
He swallowed.
“You are,” she said softly, stopping right in front of him. Close enough for him to catch the faint scent of her perfume. Close enough to make his thoughts scatter.
Vincent forced his eyes up to her face — determined this time — but it lasted only three seconds before they betrayed him again.
Rumi noticed.
A small, satisfied smile played on her lips.
“You should at least try to be subtle,” she teased.
Vincent ran a hand through his hair, finally stepping back to create distance. “You walked out dressed like that and expect me to act normal?”
Rumi tilted her head. “Like what?”
He opened his mouth — then closed it.
Because the truth was, he didn’t trust himself to describe it.
She looked too good.
Too…..
” Am going to meet Giselle at our favorite restaurant ,byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ” Rumi waved and left.
” Gawd!’ Vincent placed his palm on his chest .
What was happening to him?
[Restaurant]
Rumi stirred her drink absentmindedly, her eyes fixed on giselle who looked unusually tense.
“why are you staring at me like that?” rumi asked with a small smile. “you’re making me nervous.”
Giselle inhaled slowly. “i need a favor.”
Rumi raised a brow. “what?”
Giselle leaned closer across the table. “i want you to sing with me… at met stadium”
Rumi froze. “what?”
“in place of bruce,” Giselle added quickly. “he’s not coming. and i can’t cancel. “
Rumi blinked several times. “Giselle… that’s bruce’s part. i don’t even know the lyrics.”
“you can learn them,” Giselle said softly. “you’re the only one i trust with this.”
Rumi shook her head immediately. “no. it’s not that simple. i haven’t rehearsed. i don’t know the harmonies. if i mess up—”
“you won’t,” Giselle interrupted, her voice pleading now. “please, rumi.”
before Rumi could respond, a familiar voice cut in.
“well… if she won’t do it, i will.”
both girls turned.
Tate stood there, arms folded, a confident smile on her face.
“since when were you eavesdropping?” Rumi asked dryly.
Tate pulled out a chair and sat down without invitation. “since giselle started begging.” she looked at Giselle. “i know the song. every note. every harmony.”
Giselle hesitated. “Tate…”
“what?” Tate shrugged. “you need a partner. i can sing. problem solved.”
Rumi studied tate carefully. “and why exactly are you offering?”
Tate’s lips curved slightly. “let’s just say… i don’t like seeing Giselle panic.”
night*
[ met stadium]
the lights inside metlife stadium went out all at once.
for a split second, the entire stadium fell into a heavy, electric silence.
then—
the crowd erupted.
over eighty thousand voices screaming, phones lifted like a galaxy of stars under the night sky of new york city. the stage was dark except for a single red glow rising from beneath the floor, like fire breathing through cracks in the earth.
smoke rolled across the stage.
a low instrumental began—deep drums, distant echoes, something dangerous.
two figures rose slowly from the center platform.
Giselle.
Tate.
the crowd lost their minds.
“Gi-selle! Gi-selle!” “tate! tate!” “back to hell! back to hell!”
flames shot up along the edge of the stage, not too high, just enough to make the heat shimmer in the air.
Giselle stepped forward first. she wore a black leather outfit with silver flames stitched across the sides. her hair flowed wildly as wind machines kicked in.
she lifted the mic slowly, a confident smirk on her lips.
“what’s up, new york?!” she shouted.
the stadium shook with screams.
“i said—what’s up, new york?!”
the response was deafening.
she paced the stage like a queen claiming her throne. “tonight… we’re not angels.”
the crowd roared.
“we’re fire.”
Tate stepped beside her, mic twirling in her fingers. “and if you came here to play it safe…” she added with a dangerous grin, “you’re in the wrong place.”
Giselle walked forward, hips swaying with controlled power as the dancers formed a v behind her.
Giselle:
i’ve been walking on the edge of fire.
red lights streaked across the stage floor.
Tate (stepping in beside her):
dancing with my own desire
they circled each other slowly.
Giselle:
shadows whisper, calling my name
the screens showed shadow silhouettes reaching out.
Tate:
playing with the dark, it’s all the same
they snapped into synchronized choreography—sharp shoulder hits and precise footwork.
they stood side by side now.
Giselle:
every scar, every broken part
she pressed a hand to her chest.
Tate:
led me to the fire in my heart
the stage floor lit up beneath them.
both (stepping forward together):
no turning back, no saving grace
i see the flames, i’ll embrace
fire shot up along the stage edge.
fire shot up along the stage edge.
the crowd screamed.
the drums hit hard.
both:
we go back… back to hell
the entire stadium shouted the line with them.
where the fire burns, where we fell
Tate spun giselle dramatically before pulling her back to center.
no regrets, no chains to quell
we go back… back to hell.
flames burst higher. the dancers dropped low, then sprang up in unison.
the audience jumped with the beat.
the audience jumped with the beat.
★
inside his car , Leonard is watching Giselle’s live show with a smirk tugged on his lips .
he’s on his way to the airport.
” extend my stay in spain to a week ,” leonard ordered not taking his gaze away from giselle.
” but—”
” are you getting bored of your job ?” Leonard cut him off.
” no sir ,” Noah replied.
[Aimee’s room]
the room was quiet except for Aimee’s ragged breath and moans.
Aimee is lying on her bed naked , her legs wide apart , eyes shut , in between her leg there’s a fuck machine which was drilling her hole .
she shuts her eyes imagining it was leonard , she continued moaning shamelessly like the bitch she is.
” yes leo that spot “.
” faster , Leo “.
” you’re the best , Leo ‘.
” i love you leo .”
to be continued
