Ceo Of My Heart – Episode 47&48
CEO OF MY HEART
Ceo Of My Heart – Episode 47&48
( Love and Lust….)
GENRE : Billionaire/Musical Romance.
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[ HOSPITAL ]
Aimee’s eyes slowly focused on the hospital room, the sterile smell and beeping machines bringing her back to reality. She groggily tried to piece together what happened… and then it hit her – Giselle and Leonard kissing . Her heart sank like a stone.
A nurse bustled in, smiling brightly. “Hey, you’re awake! You’ve been out cold for a bit. How are you feeling?”
Aimee tried to play it cool, but her voice came out shaky. “F…fine, I think. What…what happened?”
The nurse checked her chart. “You fainted, apparently. Stress and low blood sugar, maybe? You need to rest, okay?”
Aimee nodded, but her mind was racing. Leonard and Giselle… what does it mean? Could they like each other ? No it can’t be , Leonard was hers and hers alone .
Any other person is a counterfeit.
The nurse smiled then she walked away.
Immediately the nurse left , Evelyn stepped in wearing a ghastly smile.
Aimee’s eyes snapped with rage as Evelyn sauntered towards her ” It’s all your fuckin fault , if you hadn’t tried to kill Giselle Leonard wouldn’t have kissed her .Cos of you my life is ruined.Cos of you Leonard tried to choke me to death .Cos of you my relationship with Leo is at stake .I hate you!!!!! I hate you!!! ” Aimee yelled but she wasn’t done yet “I warned you not to harm Giselle , I prefer competing with her than to eliminate her .”
Evelyn smile didn’t falter ” You done…”
” F+kin scram! ” Aimee yelled pointing at the exit ” Am so glad I don’t have a mother like you .”
Outside the ward , Noah was passing through that lane but he stopped and he eavesdropped on their conversation , he heard every single detail.
Without wasting any moment he texted Leonard.
Inside , Aimee’s words hung in the air like a challenge.
Evelyn’s smile still infuriatingly intact, she turned to leave, saying only, “You’re more like me than you think, Aimee.”
As Evelyn walked out, Aimee’s anger gave way to tears. She felt betrayed, hurt, and trapped. The door creaked open again – this time it was her CEO.
Aimee quickly wiped her tears.
” PinkPop is really going down in business , If this goes on we might say goodbye to PinkPop forever . I know think disbanding the group was a bad idea .” The CEO said worriedly.
” I know , we have Tate with us , we just need to get a third replacement.” Aimee said ” Is it ready?”.
The CEO smirked , he knew what she meant ,he nodded in response.
Aimee smirked darkly , Giselle wouldn’t know what hit her .
LEONARD’S PRIVATE VILLA – ROOM – NOON
Sunlight filtered through the large glass windows, lighting up the quiet room. Giselle sat on the bed, lazily scrolling through her phone while Rumi sat across from her, watching her with a suspicious smile.
Giselle noticed the look and frowned.
“What?” she asked.
Rumi tilted her head, studying her like she was hiding something.“So…” she said slowly. “How’s your health?”
Giselle shrugged. “I’m fine.”
“Mhm,” Rumi hummed. “You were shot yesterday, remember? Leonard nearly lost his mind.”
Giselle rolled her eyes. “He did not.”
“Oh please, Giselle. The man looked like someone stole his oxygen.”
Giselle chuckled slightly but quickly hid it.
Rumi suddenly leaned forward, eyes narrowing mischievously.“And speaking of Leonard…”
Giselle immediately sighed. “Rumi, don’t start.”
“Too late,” Rumi grinned. “Let’s talk about the kiss.”
Giselle paused for a second before shrugging like it meant nothing.“It wasn’t a big deal.”
Rumi blinked. “Not a big deal?”
“Nope.”
“You literally kissed the most intimidating billionaire in this city and you’re saying it’s not a big deal?”
Giselle tossed her phone beside her.
“I only did it to annoy Aimee.”
Rumi stared at her.“…What?”
Giselle leaned back on the bed casually.“Aimee has been acting like she owns him. I just wanted to see her face.But instead she fainted”.
For a moment the room was silent.
Then Rumi’s mouth slowly fell open.
“Wait… hold on,” she said, pointing at Giselle. “You kissed Leonard to annoy Aimee… and she actually fainted?”
Giselle nodded like it was nothing.
“Yep.”
Rumi suddenly burst into loud laughter.
“Oh my God, Giselle! That is evil!”
Giselle rolled her eyes.“Oh please, she’ll survive.”
Rumi shook her head, still laughing.
“I swear, that girl probably saw her entire future disappear in that moment.”
Giselle grabbed a pillow and hugged it.
“Not my problem.”
Rumi looked at her again, a teasing smile slowly creeping back onto her face.“But tell me something…”
Giselle narrowed her eyes.“What now?”
Rumi leaned closer with a mischievous grin.“You’re saying you did it for Aimee… but that doesn’t answer the real question.”
Giselle frowned slightly.
” Did you like it?” Rumi asked .
“F+k you Rumi!” Giselle cussed with an eye roll
Rumi made to speak but her phone buzzed with a message from Vincent.She checked it.
Vincent : I’m back … Where should we meet ?
Rumi’s heart skipped.
Giselle noticed the sudden change in her expression and squinted at her suspiciously.“Who’s that?” she asked.
Rumi looked up, trying to act normal.
“Vincent.”
Giselle immediately sat up a little straighter.“Oh?”
Rumi grabbed her bag from the chair.
“He just got back,” she said simply.
“And?” Giselle asked with a teasing smile.
Rumi slipped her phone into her bag and headed for the door.“And I’m going to meet him.”
Giselle chuckled.“Wow. Look at you running.”
Rumi paused at the door and shot her a look.“Rest. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”
Giselle waved her off lazily.“Yeah, yeah. Go meet your man.”
Rumi rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile on her face as she walked out of the room.
Immediately Rumi left , Giselle’s mind wondered to who could have shot her? It possibly can’t be Aimee, then who?
Giselle shifted slightly on the bed, careful not to move too much because of the bandage across her back.
A moment later, the door opened.
She looked up, expecting Rumi.
Instead, Leonard walked in.
He carried a tray in his hands. A bowl of warm soup sat on it, steam rising gently, along with a glass of water and some medicine.
Giselle raised an eyebrow.“Well… this is new.”
Leonard closed the door behind him and walked toward the bed. His eyes briefly scanned her like he was making sure she hadn’t moved too much.
He placed the tray on the bedside table.
“You need to eat,” he said calmly.
Giselle glanced at the soup, then back at him.
“I can feed myself.”
Leonard picked up the bowl anyway.
“With a wound on your back?” he asked.
“I’m not helpless.”
He ignored that, dipping the spoon into the soup and lifting it toward her.
Giselle stared at him.“You’re serious?”
“Open your mouth.”
She blinked.“You’re ordering me now?”
Leonard didn’t move the spoon.
“Short witch.”
She sighed dramatically but leaned forward slightly and took the spoonful.
The soup was warm and surprisingly good.
She swallowed, eyeing him suspiciously.
“You do realize this is weird.”
Leonard scooped another spoonful.
“You were shot.”
“On the back,” she corrected.“And that changes nothing.”
He brought the spoon to her lips again.
Giselle hesitated for a second before taking it.
He set the tray aside, poured a pill into his palm, and handed it to her along with a glass of water.
Giselle took it with a quiet sigh. “Pain relief?” she asked.
He nodded, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “Yes. You need to rest.”
She swallowed the pill and watched him carefully, the warmth of his gaze settling over her. For a moment, her thoughts drifted to the shooting, to the shadows that followed them both—but then her lips curved into a pout, her mind swerving back to something more dangerous, more thrilling.
“I want to kiss you again,” she murmured, the words soft but bold, her eyes daring him to respond.
Leonard’s lips curved into a slow, dark smirk. His eyes glimmered with something dangerous and possessive.
“Then you shall,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl, as he shifted closer.
Without another word, he lowered himself onto the bed, resting his head gently on her stomach. Giselle’s hands immediately found his hair, threading through it, tangling and stroking in a rhythm that matched the tension building in the room.
The dim light of the villa cast long shadows around them, and the closeness felt electric—intimate, heated, and intoxicating. Leonard tilted slightly, letting his lips brush just beneath her ribs, teasing the fabric of her clothing, his breath warm against her skin.
Giselle’s fingers tangled in his hair, and she whispered softly, “Sleep, if you must… but I want you here.”
Leonard let out a low hum of agreement, his dark smirk never fading. “Always,” he murmured, curling slightly into her.
Giselle leaned down just enough to kiss the top of his head, her heart racing. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I plan to kiss you again when you wake.”
Leonard’s smirk deepened, and he pressed himself closer, as if to silently promise he’d let her—and maybe even ask for more. The villa was quiet, the shadows long and dark, but in that moment, it was theirs alone: dangerous, intoxicating, and utterly magnetic.
Slowly Leonard’s eyes went shut .
Giselle smiled as she stared at him ” Too cute ” She muttered leaning forward to his fSHARE
Giselle’s fingers traced along Leonard’s jaw and neck leaving soft kisses and small, deliberate hickeys that marked her territory. She worked carefully, her lips and teeth mapping out a design only she understood, each mark a silent declaration.
When she finally leaned back, a satisfied smile on her lips, she let herself drift off to sleep, the warmth of the villa and Leonard beneath her lulling her into a peaceful slumber.
The moment her breathing evened out, Leonard’s eyes snapped open.
He stared down at her, dark and sharp, every muscle in his body alert. The marks she had left on his neck and jaw—proof of her audacity, her playfulness, her claim—made a slow, dangerous smirk tug at his lips.
Careful not to wake her, he shifted slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. His gaze lingered on her face, tracing the curve of her lips, the way her hair fell around her cheeks, and the serene expression she wore in sleep.
Even as she slept, she had him completely captivated, his mind already plotting how he would reclaim her boldness, how he would return every mark with interest.
Leonard smiled to himself as he stared at his Short witch . Only if she knew how she had him wrapped around his finger.
He lives only for her .
His phone buzzed in his hand.
He checked the screen , it’s Noah.
Noah : Evelyn was the one who sent that man to shoot Giselle.
Leonard’s eyes darkened immediately. His jaw clenched, and a slow, dangerous smile curved across his face.
His thumb tapped slowly against the edge of the phone as his thoughts turned colder.
What should he do with her?
Should he ruin her name first…, Strip her and make her dance in the streets, Or should he cut off her fingers and out it in his fridge , should he just push her on a running lorry.
His jaw tightened slightly.
Trying to harm his short witch was a mistake Evelyn would regret for the rest of her miserable life.
Leonard looked back at the sleeping girl above him, his expression softening again as he carefully brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
She was his , Is his and would always be his.
Not even the Devil can separate them .
LEONARD’S MANSION *
Lionel and Jeremy were paired for a school project.
Jeremy sat nervously at the table, his fingers hovering over his keyboard. The sunlight spilling through the mansions windows made the room feel warmer, but it did nothing to calm the storm of nerves swirling in his chest.
Lionel leaned back in his chair, smirking lazily, before suddenly moving a little closer toward Jeremy. The air between them seemed to tighten, charged with a subtle tension that Jeremy couldn’t ignore.
“Uh… what are you doing?” Jeremy stammered, trying to keep his voice steady, though he felt it cracking.
Lionel’s smirk widened, and he tilted his head slightly, letting his eyes linger on Jeremy a beat longer than necessary. “Just checking your work,” he said casually, though the deliberate slowness of his movement suggested otherwise.
Jeremy’s heart started pounding so hard he was sure Lionel could hear it. Every instinct in his body screamed that Lionel was too close, that something was about to happen… maybe a kiss.
He swallowed hard, trying to force calm, but his fingers trembled slightly on the keyboard. “Y-yeah… right,” he muttered, barely able to meet Lionel’s gaze.
Lionel leaned even closer, the faint scent of his cologne drifting toward Jeremy. Jeremy’s thoughts scattered—focus on the project? Impossible. All he could think about was the warmth radiating from Lionel, the dangerous glint in his eyes, and the undeniable proximity that made his chest tighten.
“Jeremy,” Lionel murmured softly, his voice low and teasing, “you’re awfully tense.”
Jeremy’s pulse raced. His mind screamed at him to breathe, to step back, but he was frozen, caught in the magnetic pull of Lionel’s presence. The slight tilt of Lionel’s lips, the way his eyes held Jeremy’s, it all made Jeremy’s heart hammer against his ribs.
He imagined it—just for a fleeting second—what it would be like if Lionel leaned in… if their lips met. His breath hitched, and he couldn’t deny the excitement and fear coiling together inside him.
Lionel’s smirk deepened as he noticed the effect he had on Jeremy. “Relax,” he whispered, his face dangerously close now, “I’m not going to bite… yet.”
Jeremy’s stomach fluttered violently, caught between anticipation and terror. “I-I’m… focusing…” he muttered, though his voice betrayed him, shaky and uneven.
Lionel chuckled softly, the sound low and teasing, and shifted slightly closer, brushing just a little too close.
Lionel kissed his mole.
Jeremy froze.
Upstairs , Eva watched with folded fists and blazing rage .
How dare Lionel?
★
The bell above the café door jingled as Rumi pushed it open. The warm scent of coffee and pastries hit her instantly, but she didn’t notice. Her eyes were scanning for him.
Vincent sat at a corner table, hunched slightly over his coffee, fingers nervously drumming on the cup. He looked up as she approached, and his eyes widened, a flicker of guilt crossing his face.
“Vincent,” Rumi said, sliding into the chair across from him, her tone calm but sharp. “You finally came.”
He cleared his throat, voice quiet, almost trembling. “I… I had to. You… you scared me,” he admitted, eyes darting to the table.
Rumi raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. “Scared you? I threatened to… you know. You didn’t think I meant it?”
His throat went dry, and he shook his head quickly. “No! I… I believed you. I couldn’t… I just—” He broke off, staring down at his hands.
Rumi let out a small, soft laugh, but there was no humor in it. “You took long enough,” she said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I don’t scare easily, Vincent. But you… you’ve got to show up when it matters.”
He swallowed hard, finally lifting his eyes to hers. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do. I… I didn’t want to make it worse.”
Rumi’s fingers lightly tapped the table, her gaze softening but still direct. “Vincent, you don’t get to run from this. Not now. You came, which is good… but I don’t forgive the delay easily.”
He nodded, the pink in his cheeks deepening. “I… I just… I couldn’t stand the thought of… losing you,” he whispered, voice small, shy.
Rumi’s lips curved, a mix of teasing and relief. “Finally, some honesty,” she murmured. “You know, a lot of people would’ve died to get this kind of courage.”
Vincent swallowed, his hands fidgeting, unsure where to put them. “I… I didn’t want to mess up… us,” he admitted softly, almost to himself.
Rumi reached across the table, resting her hand over his. “Vincent… you’re here now. That’s what matters,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “Don’t run from me again, okay?”
He nodded quickly, finally exhaling the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “I… I won’t,” he said, eyes fixed on hers, shy but earnest.
” I planned everything out today ,” Rumi whispered sexily.
“Like….”
” You’re gonna get rid of my stupid virginity .”
Vincent froze.
★[ NIGHT]
Evelyn unlocked her apartment door, dragging her bag behind her, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor.
Everything was dark. She frowned. Strange, she thought, frowning. She flipped the light switch.
The soft click echoed in the room—and the lights illuminated the figure already there. Leonard.
Evelyn froze, her heart hammering in her chest. The shadows of the room framed him perfectly—tall, imposing, and impossibly still. His eyes, dark and unreadable, were fixed on her.
There’s no way she could forget such a monster , He’s the same Leonard that took her husband away to gawd knows where because he touched Giselle.
” You?”Evelyn heart hammered.
Leonard’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smirk. “Yes. Me.”
Evelyn’s breath hitched. Memories of him—the way he’d taken her husband, the fear he’d inspired—flashed in her mind. This is the same monster… the same man.
“You tried to kill my Short witch,” Leonard said, voice low, dangerous. A smirk curved his lips. “You deserve a punishment. What do you think?”
Evelyn froze. Her blood ran cold.
The door creaked behind him. Noah stepped in, carrying a pot of hot oil in one hand, three glowing hot irons in the other.
Evelyn soul left her body.
★
Jemimah ran home, clutching the drugs she’d bought with Vincent’s money. Her father lay on the floor, pale and barely conscious.
She’s the same girl Vincent gave money at the airport.
“Jemimah…” he rasped. “You… shouldn’t have…”
Tears fell from her eyes. “I had to, Papa. You need this.”
He coughed, handing her a small envelope which has a letter in it and a photo. “This… is for you. Your mother… she’s your mother.”
Before she could ask anything, his hand went limp. He was gone.
Jemimah stared at the envelope and photo in shock.
It’s the first lady.
Eleanor.
TO BE CONTINUED
