Ceo Of My Heart – Episode 35&36
CEO OF MY HEART
Ceo Of My Heart – Episode 35&36
( Love and Lust….)
GENRE : Billionaire/Musical Romance.
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[Aimee’s Room – PinkPop Mansion]
Aimee stormed into the bathroom, phone in hand, her eyes glued to the live stream of Giselle and Tate’s performance at MET Stadium.
Her grip on the phone tightened as the crowd roared, the music booming through her speakers. Giselle, Tate, Rumi — flaunting the rules, stealing attention, making PinkPop look unstoppable.
Aimee stared venomously, how could Giselle perform with Tate , an ex member.
She broke their conduct.
And this gives her an idea.
She tapped her CEO’s contact and waited.
“Sir,” she said the moment he picked up, her tone icy and deliberate. “I’m going to disband PinkPop. Giselle just broke conduct during her performance. I can’t allow the group to continue like this.”
There was a brief pause on the other end. “Disband PinkPop? That’s a huge step,” her CEO replied carefully.
“I’m sure,” Aimee said, eyes narrowing. “I’ve waited too long. Giselle thinks she can run this show? Not anymore. I won’t let anyone undermine the rules, especially her.”
” Rumi will also be dismissed with Vincent , I’m going to need new members and a new manager someone we can control.” Aimee added smirking.
There was silence for a moment. Then the CEO said quietly, “Very well. Prepare the documentation. I’ll back you up.”
Aimee’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk.
She ended the call, eyes still glued to the live performance.
Her phone rang .
When she saw the caller’s ID , her blood pressure shot up immediately.
It’s her dad .
The only person she fears.
She quickly answered the call.
” Yes….dad …” .
[ A week after — Giselle’s Mansion, Kitchen ]
Giselle stood in the middle of the kitchen, flour dusting her hair and arms, a cracked egg dripping off her fingers, and a frying pan sliding dangerously close to the edge of the counter.
She groaned.
“This is not supposed to look like a war zone,” she muttered to herself, glaring at the mess.
She quickly dusted herself and watched her face before stepping out .
She went straight to her phone which she had kept on the dining table.
The screen lit up as she scrolled through her messages.
Not a call. Not a text. Not even a brief “thinking of you.”
Her chest tightened.
When did a two-day trip turn into what felt like a lifetime?
Was he planning on staying in Spain forever? Or had she done something — or failed to do something — to push him away without realizing it?
Giselle exhaled sharply, trying to push the thoughts aside. She wasn’t one to dwell… not for long. She had a show to focus on, and now, a new problem to deal with: Aimee.
The more she tried to stop thinking about him, the more Leonard consumed her mind.
She scrolled through her phone again, not expecting anything, but hoping for a message that wasn’t coming. Every second that passed without hearing from him made the silence louder.
No , she can’t be missing him right?
Everything was just a facade , she’s just using him to get back at Aimee.
Nothing more.
Giselle climbed the stairs and went to Rumi’s room.
Yeah you heard that right. Rumi’s room.
A week earlier, when Aimee had dismissed both Rumi and Giselle from PinkPop, she had also fired Vincent. Vincent, left with no choice, had returned to his home in San Francisco, leaving Rumi behind.
Since then, Rumi hadn’t been herself. She was sick, withdrawn, and restless. She missed Vincent terribly — her thoughts, her days, her nights, all consumed by him. Her dependence on him had grown dangerously strong, leaving her vulnerable.
It was during this period of struggle that Giselle uncovered the truth: Aimee had been the one manipulating Rumi all along. She had pushed Rumi toward habits that slowly took control, leaving her addicted and weakened — a puppet in Aimee’s hands.
Rumi was slumped on her bed, her hair messy, eyes red, clutching a blanket like it was a lifeline. The faint scent of medicine lingered in the air.
“Rumi…” Giselle whispered, stepping inside.
Rumi looked up slowly, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Giselle… I’m fine,” she said, though her voice trembled.
” You’rent,” Giselle said seating beside her.
Rumi’s face turned pale .
” Of course am not fine , I fuckin want Vincent now but he’s gone and it’s all Aimee’s fault , she fired him! I hate her!” Rumi ranted .
Giselle reached out, gently taking Rumi’s trembling hands in hers. “Hey… breathe. You can’t let this eat you up.”
Rumi shook her head violently, tears welling in her eyes. “I can’t, Giselle! I need him! I feel… empty without him. And Aimee… she ruined everything!”
“I’m not strong,” Rumi whispered, her voice cracking. “I’m addicted… I can’t think straight. I just… want him!”
” Chill Rumi .” Giselle smiled ruffling Rumi’s hair affectionately.
Rumi finally calmed down.
” I was snooping around your room then I found Aimee’s diary there.Now things are become more clearer to me , you’re using Leonard to get back at Aimee.” Rumi said.
” So”.
” You’re using Leonard, you’re gonna hurt him , can’t you just make some other plans ?” .
Giselle stood ” I can’t make another plan , I want Aimee to feel that same pain I felt those years when she snatched all five of my boyfriends .”
Rumi sighed , she knows better than to argue with Giselle.
” You’re going to fall deeply in love with him , bet it .” Rumi winked.
Giselle froze.
” Never “.
” Lies ,” Rumi smirked.
” Whatever,” Giselle narrowed her eyes and walked away.
Immediately Giselle left Rumi swung her leg off the bed , she put on her slippers and went to towards her closet.
She opened it and brought out a black box , Rumi carefully opened it and slid out a whitish substance , probably molly.
She sniffed and inhaled it madly.
[SPAIN , HOTEL ]
Leonard lay sprawled on the hotel bed, the black robe clinging loosely to his frame. His dark eyes were locked onto his phone, scrolling through Giselle’s latest Instagram post as if staring harder could pull her closer. Every double-tap, every comment, every tiny detail made his chest tighten. He missed her—more than he cared to admit—and the screen was the only place he could see her, even if it was just pixels.
A knock at the door pulled him from his obsession.
“Come in,” he growled, still not taking his eyes off the phone.
Noah, stepped in cautiously, sensing the tension in the room. “Sir… you’ve been on your phone for hours. Shouldn’t you… take a break?”
” Do you want to take a break from your job ?” Leonard asked glancing at him smirking.
” No sir ,” Noah bowed respectfully.
” Any updates?” Leonard asked casually.
” Ever since Aimee disbanded PinkPop she lot about 2 million followers and has been getting a lot of backlash from fans ” Noah reported and Leonard grinned.
” And?”.
” From my sources Aimee is on her way to Liam’s mansion , probably to meet Tate .” Noah said.
” Giselle has a lunch date with Bruce this noon .” Noah added.
Leonard swung his leg angrily to the floor then he glanced at Noah , eyes dark and sharp.
” What’s so special about Bruce ? Is he more handsome than I am ?”.
” No ,sir ,”.
“Good,” Leonard smirked. “We leave for New York tonight.” He leaned back, voice taking on a commanding edge. “And… are all the gifts for Giselle properly packaged?”
“Yes, sir,” Noah answered, nodding.
Leonard’s smirk deepened, but his gaze drifted back to Giselle’s Instagram post on his phone. “They’d better be perfect. Every single one. She needs to know exactly who she belongs to.”
Noah stayed silent, sensing the dangerous obsession simmering beneath Leonard’s calm tone.
Leonard dialed Tate’s line and she answered the call instantly.
” Hello bestie , finally decided to call me ” Tate grinned.
” Yeah. Aimee is on her way , act like she’s the mastermind and you’re the puppet .”
” Sure whatever” Tate smiled ” guess what ?”.
” I hate guessing .”
” Liam gave me the best morning fuck ever , just talking about it makes me horny.” Tate said.
” F+k you .” Leonard cussed.
” F+k your girlfriend” Tate cussed too.
” I’ll definitely do so .” Leonard smirked biting his lower lip.
The line went dead .
[LIAM’S MANSION]
Tate stepped out of her room, her robe loosely tied, the soft fabric brushing against her skin. On the bed lay a note from Liam: “I’ll be back late, shooting a movie.” She sighed, folding it carefully before setting it aside.
The doorbell rang just as she reached the living room. With a frown, she moved toward the door and opened it to find Aimee standing there, a smug smile playing on her lips.
“Hello, Tate,” Aimee said smoothly, her eyes scanning the room as if she owned it. “What a quiet afternoon… mind if I come in?”
Tate’s hand tightened on the door frame, a mix of irritation and wariness flashing across her face. “What do you want, Aimee?”
Aimee stepped inside uninvited, her presence filling the room like a storm about to hit. “Just thought I’d drop by. We have… unfinished business, don’t we?”
” About what?” Tate glared.
” I want you back to PinkPop , I hate to say this I need you .” Aimee revealed.
Tate laughed .
” What makes you think that I’ll gladly go back with you ?”.
” Cos if you don’t am gonna tell Liam that you’re a horny seeking bi+ch , When you were still a PinkPop member you slept around with men .I have proof , That was the main reason I dismissed you from PinkPop.” Aimee smiled cunningly.
” You tricked me , you spiked my drink ,Aimee!” Tate yelled .
” Are you In our out?” Aimee asked nonchalantly.
” What other choice do I have?” Tate eyes welled with pretentious tears.
Having an actor as a boyfriend comes with benefits.
His acting skills is really rubbing off on her.
[Restaurant , Lunch ,12 pm]
Bruce watched her twirl her fork, the faint smile on her lips, and felt a pang he didn’t want to admit. He liked her—more than he probably should.
“You know,” he said, leaning slightly closer, “I actually like seeing you like this… relaxed. It suits you.
Giselle blinked at him, a little caught off guard. “Relaxed? I’m bored, not relaxed.”
He chuckled softly, undeterred. “Bored or not… I still like it. And I like you.”
Giselle froze, the words hanging in the air. She looked down at her food, pretending not to notice the way his gaze lingered.
Bruce smiled quietly to himself, heart quietly racing. “I’m serious, Giselle. You’re… impossible to ignore.”
” Okay we’re done here” Giselle stood ” Am no longer hungry again.”
” Okay am sorry , but please don’t go ” Bruce pleaded.
” Maybe some other time ,” Giselle smiled sweetly and he nodded but he felt disappointed.
As Giselle turned toward the exit, a waitress accidentally bumped into her.
“Oh! Sorry, miss,” the woman said brightly—too brightly.
Giselle froze. Her heart skipped a beat. The face… it was Evelyn.
Evelyn’s eyes widened for a brief second before a polite, practiced smile took over. “Giselle… what a surprise,” she said, her tone cold but controlled.
Bruce noticed the shift immediately. “Giselle… is everything okay?” he asked, concern creeping into his voice.
Giselle’s fingers tightened around her bag. Memories of cruel words and harsh punishments from years ago flashed through her mind. She forced a smile, calm on the surface but her chest tight with anger.
“Yeah… everything’s fine,” she said, her voice steady, though her mind screamed otherwise.
Evelyn’s smile never wavered. “I hope so, dear. Truly.”
Giselle ran out and quickly slid into her car , there’s no other customers car that is there except hers cos her bodyguards SUV are packed right there watching her.
Tears brimmed from Giselle’s eyes , it has been four years but the pain was still fresh .
” You’re just useless , good for nothing.”
” If you want to pay your school fees , get yourself a d+¢k first “.
” I should have died than give birth to a daughter like you “.
” Leo! I miss you,” Giselle whispered without realizing it .
CLIFFORD’S MANSION*
“This part is hilarious!” Eva said, tossing a piece of popcorn into her mouth.
Daniel grinned. “See? I told you my movie picks are superior. Admit it, you’re impressed.”
Eva rolled her eyes but laughed. “Fine… fine. You have good taste… this time.”
Before Daniel could respond, Lionel strolled into the living room, leaning casually against the doorway. With a smirk, he clicked the remote. The movie went black.
“Hey! What did you do?!” Daniel jumped up, startled.
Lionel smirked and plopped onto the arm of the couch. “Changed the channel. You two are watching my show now.”
Eva groaned. “Lionel! We were literally in the middle of the funniest part!”
Daniel crossed his arms. “Yeah! You can’t just—”
“Watch me,” Lionel interrupted, grinning. “Besides, your movie isn’t interesting enough. And let’s be honest… your popcorn looks way better than the movie anyway.”
Eva snorted. “Oh, so now popcorn is more important than the movie? Typical.”
Daniel rolled his eyes. “Man, you’re impossible. What’s gotten into you today?”
Lionel leaned back, crossing his arms smugly. “Nothing. I just realized… Leo isn’t back soon, right?” He paused, eyes flicking to Eva and Daniel like he was about to drop a bomb. “So… why not throw a party?”
Eva froze, eyes wide. “Wait… throw a party? Here?”
Daniel nearly choked on his drink. “A party? Are you serious? This is Clifford’s mansion… we can’t just—”
“Relax, Danny,” Lionel interrupted, waving a hand. “It’ll be fun. Just us. No parents. No Leo. Full freedom.” He leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially, “Think about it—music, games, snacks… chaos. Pure chaos.”
Eva’s frown shifted into a mischievous grin. “Hmm… chaos, you say? I like the sound of that.”
Daniel groaned, flopping back on the couch. “I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to hang out with you two today.”
Lionel laughed, a low, teasing sound. “Come on, Daniel, live a little. You’re not still scared of a little fun, are you?”
Eva jumped up, clapping her hands.
“I’m in! If Leo isn’t back, this mansion is ours for the day!”
Daniel sighed dramatically but smirked. “Fine… but only if we keep it under control. Last time you threw a ‘small party,’ Lionel, half the school knew by nightfall.”
Lionel grinned wickedly. “That’s what made it fun, though.”
Eva laughed, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “Alright, Danny. Let’s do this. Party time, even if it’s just us three.”
Daniel shook his head but couldn’t hide his smile. “You’re all crazy. I swear…”
“Exactly!” Lionel said, raising an imaginary glass. “Crazy is the whole point.”
Lionel pulled out his phone, grinning mischievously. Time to hype Jeremy about this party, he thought. He quickly typed:
“Yo bro, party at my place tonight. House is ours. Be ready”
Without thinking he hit send — and immediately he realized.
He didn’t text Jeremy but he sent the message to the school group.
Lionel kept a calm face , he doesn’t want to tell Eva and Daniel else they’ll lecture him to death.
Oh boy!
GISELLE’S MANSION , 9PM.
[Giselle’s room ]
Perfect! Let’s fix that detail—he’s arriving at the driveway, not the street. Here’s the revised, extended scene:
Giselle tossed and turned in her bed, but sleep refused to come. The moonlight barely filtered through the curtains, casting pale stripes across her floor. The house was silent… except for a soft, distant hum. Her ears perked up—there it was again: the sound of a car gliding into the driveway, its tires whispering against the concrete.
She sat up, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. Something tugged at her curiosity… or maybe at her worry. Slowly, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and padded barefoot to the door. Her steps were cautious, almost afraid to make a sound, but the pull toward the living room was stronger than her hesitation.
The staircase creaked under her weight, each step echoing like a warning in the empty house. When she reached the bottom, she paused. The living room was darker than she remembered. Shadows pooled in the corners, and the faint scent of cold leather and something familiar—him—wafted through the air.
And then she saw him.
Leonard.
He was leaning against the doorway, hands tucked into the pocket of a dark hoodie, jeans perfectly casual, hair slightly tousled. The dim light caught the sharp lines of his face. Her heart stumbled in her chest.
He smiled—a slow, knowing smile that made her pulse race. Then he spoke, his voice low and deliberate, rolling in a way that made the words almost musical.
“Te extraño,” he said.
Giselle froze, the Spanish words hanging in the air. Her lips parted, but no sound came.
He took a step closer. “I… I missed you, Short witch.” he repeated, this time in English, though his accent made it linger in her ears like a whisper of fire.
Giselle legs moved and closed the distance between them .
Leonard expected a hug .
But—
She used her fingers to trace his lips seductively.
Leonard smirked pulling her closer by her waist.
his lips crashed onto hers, fierce and claiming…
TO BE CONTINUED
