Ceo Of My Heart – Episode 59&60

CEO OF MY HEART

Ceo Of My Heart – Episode 59&60

( Love and Lust….)

GENRE : Billionaire/Musical Romance.

© Mercy Kingsley

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RUMI’S DUPLEX — ROOM —NIGHT

 

The camera flipped on, Rumi’s bright face filling the screen. She waved energetically.

She’s on a Livestream with her fans.

“Heyyy, my beautiful chaos crew! ” Rumi chirped, tossing her hair over one shoulder.

Comments scrolled faster than she could read.

•Rumi! We love you!

• I f+kin missed you Rumi , you literally abandoned us.

• Loving your new hairstyle.

• How have you been doing ? I know right , Aimee’s a bitch!.

• Star baby!

• Are you going to return back to your singing word or your acting world ?

• Please come back , we need you back to our screen .

Rumi smiled lightly ” Uhm …. Be honest guys , Which profession fits me better acting or singing?”.

Rumi leaned closer to the camera, eyes sparkling, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“C’mon, don’t hold back! Be honest—your girl can take it,” she teased.

The comments blew up instantly.

•Acting all the way! You slay on screen!

•Singing! Your voice gives me chills!

•Both, duh! We can’t choose!

•Acting. Singing. All of it. You’re the queen!

•Rumi, you’re literally perfect at everything .

•Singing! We need more songs from you!

•Acting! Your scenes give me life!

•Honestly, both. Star baby forever!

•You should do musicals—sing AND act!

•You’re too talented for one career only!

Rumi laughed, throwing her head back. “Wow… okay, okay. Y’all are really trying to give me an ego trip tonight, huh? I see you.” She tapped her chin, pretending to think deeply. “Hmm… maybe I’ll combine both. Star in my own musical—sing, act, cry, fall in love… the works.”

Vincent, shirtless except for his torso, strode into the frame and planted a soft kiss on Rumi’s lips.

Rumi froze, cheeks flaming crimson. “V-Vincent!” she stammered, laughing nervously.

The chat exploded instantly.

He glanced at the camera with a cheeky grin. “Good night, everyone!” he said, waving at the screen.

Rumi giggled, stunned. “Wait—Vincent—”

But he just smirked, reaching for the phone and turning off the livestream. The screen went dark, and suddenly, it was just the two of them in the quiet room.

Vincent didn’t hesitate. He leaned back in, lips finding hers again, this time with no interruptions, no cameras—just them. His hands traced the curve of her waist as Rumi melted into him, soft laughter and small gasps escaping her lips.

” I love you Rumi.” Vincent whispered.

MTV AWARD SHOW — BACKSTAGE LOUNGE.

Giselle sat next to Leonard, stomach twisting.

The announcer cleared their throat.
“And the winner is…”

Giselle’s hand clenched his.

Leonard’s thumb brushed hers. “I’ve got you.Short witch.” he murmured.

Her heart raced.

Her name was called. Giselle gasped. She and Leonard stood, walking to the stage. Cameras flashed. Cheers roared.

Giselle accepted the award, holding it tight, Leonard’s hand on her back possessively.

“Thank you!” she said, voice steady but full of triumph.

Applause filled the room. Leonard smiled, pride shining in his eyes.

They left the stage together, hand in hand, skipping interviews, heading straight to the car.

In the car, Giselle leaned against Leonard, the award beside her.

“Am so f+kin happy,” she whispered.

” Since you’re so happy , I want to see those indigo’s in action tonight .” Leonard said seriously.

” Shameless .” Giselle pinched him playfully.

Leonard kissed her temple. “ mine,” he murmured.

The drive continued but Giselle fell asleep on his arms.

Leonard rose an eyebrow when his phone buzzed with a message from Noah .

HIGHWAY

Liam drove fast, one hand on the wheel, jaw tight. His phone buzzed beside him but he ignored it.

His mind was still on Tate. Her words. Her face.

“It’s over.”

He scoffed, tightening his grip on the wheel.

Then—He slowed down.A girl stood by the roadside.

Rough. Dirty. Thin.

Jemimah.

She looked… hungry. Weak. Like she hadn’t eaten in days.

Liam frowned.

For a second, he almost drove off.
Then something in her eyes made him stop.

He hit the brakes.

The car came to a halt a few meters ahead.

Jemimah hesitated, staring at the expensive car like she didn’t belong anywhere near it.

Liam stepped out slowly, eyes scanning her from head to toe.

“When last did you eat?” he asked, voice calm but sharp.

Jemimah didn’t answer immediately.
Her lips parted slightly.“…I don’t remember,” she whispered.

Liam’s jaw tightened.

He walked back to the car, grabbed something from inside, then returned—holding out a food pack and a bottle of water.“Eat.”

She stared at it like it wasn’t real.

Then slowly… she took it.
Her hands trembled as she opened it and started eating like her life depended on it.

Liam watched silently ” What’s your name ? don’t you have any family?”.

Jemimah slowly raised her hEAD their gaze meeting ” My name is Jemimah , am 17 years old …. am single ” She introduced ” The only family I had , my father is gone ” she said at the brim of crying again.

Liam’s heart softened.

His gaze met with her bag , what could be inside ? he thought then he brushed it off.

” My name is Liam ,am 25 years old .”Liam introduced himself ” “Get in,” he said suddenly.

Jemimah froze.“What?”

“I said get in,” Liam repeated, already turning back to the car. “You’re not staying here.”

She hesitated… then quickly followed.

LEONARD’S VILLA — NEXT MORNING

Giselle stirred awake, stretching slowly. The room was quiet… but the smell wasn’t.

Warm. Sweet. Rich.

Food.

Her brows furrowed.

She slipped out of bed, barefoot, following the aroma down the hallway.
She stopped at the kitchen entrance.

Leonard.

Standing at the counter, shirtless, hair a little messy like he just woke up—but still… annoyingly perfect.

He was baking.

Actually baking.

Giselle blinked twice.

“Wait…” she muttered. “Am I dreaming?”

Leonard didn’t turn. “No.”

She leaned against the wall, arms folded, watching him. “You? In the kitchen? This is new.”

He flipped what he was making smoothly, like he’d done it a hundred times.“No complaints,” he said.

Giselle smirked, walking closer. “I’m not complaining… I’m shocked.”

She moved behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, her cheek resting lightly on his back.

“What are you making?” she asked, voice softer now.

“Breakfast.”

She smiled, eyes closing for a second as she inhaled the smell again.
“Smells good…”

Leonard paused briefly.“Thought you’d like it.”

Giselle tightened her hold on him, her fingers brushing lightly against his stomach.“Since when do you cook?”

A small pause.

Then—

“Since you.”

Her smile deepened.

She stepped around him, now facing him, eyes lingering on his face.
“Hmm… I like this version of you.”

Leonard’s hand caught her wrist, pulling her closer, his gaze dropping to her lips.“You’ll like it more when you taste it,” he murmured.

“What?”.

” Let’s skip breakfast and have the main breakfast .” Leonard winked and she slapped his chest playfully.

She’s blushing .

She ran out.

Leonard eyes followed her ass as she ran out .

He smirked when he saw her coming back .

” You think I wouldn’t find out what you did to my so called mom .” Giselle leaned against the door smirking.

Leonard opened his mouth to speak but she beat it to him.

” She wasn’t responsible , Leo , I never knew you were so stupid … stop thinking about me sometimes and use your brains .” Giselle said ,she didn’t care whether her words were harsh or not .

Leonard eyes widened understanding what she fully meant.

Gawd he was played .

Last wish ….. Loading.

AIMEE’S ROOM

AIMEE’S ROOM — MORNING

The room was quiet. Curtains drawn. Air heavy.

Aimee sat by the window, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette between her fingers.

Smoke curled slowly into the air..

Her eyes were dark. Tired.

She hadn’t slept.

Not even for a second.

Leonard’s voice kept replaying in her head—cold, sharp, merciless.

“Leave, Aimee!”

Her jaw tightened. She took a long drag, exhaling slowly.

“Pathetic…” she muttered under her breath.

Her fingers trembled slightly—but not from weakness. From anger.

She stood up, pacing the room.

That scene.

Giselle sitting on his lap.
Kissing him.
Touching him like she owned him.

Aimee scoffed, laughing bitterly.“As if…”

She stopped in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection.

Her lips curled.

“I’m not losing to her.”

Another drag.

Her eyes darkened, something dangerous settling in them.

She slid out her phone from her pocket .

It’s about time to ruin Giselle’s life , career and reputation.

Leonard himself will leave Giselle and run coming to her seeking for apology.

Just as she was about to click a button on her phone , the door bell rang .

She threw her phone to the ground, lazily descended the stairs .

“Who the hell—” she muttered.

The bell rang again.

She reached the door, unlocked it, and pulled it open.

She froze.“Tate?”

Standing there… smiling. Calm. Hands behind her back.

“You?” Aimee said, brows furrowed in surprise.

“Yes, me,” Tate replied sweetly, that smile not reaching her eyes.

Aimee frowned slightly. Something felt… off.“What do you—”

Before she could finish—Tate’s hand shot forward.

A sharp sting at Aimee’s neck.

Aimee gasped.

Her eyes widened as she stumbled back, clutching her neck.“What… what did you—”

” Relax! I only injected you with a truth serum .Now you’re gonna fuckin tell the world the wrong doings you have done all your life .” Tate smirked pulling out her phone to record.

Aimee’s eyes widened.

Game over.

RUMI’S DUPLEX — NOON

Giselle pushed the door open quietly, a small smile on her lips..“Surprise—”

She stopped.

Rumi stood in the living room… hair messy, oversized shirt barely covering her thighs.

Vincent was right behind her, shirtless.

Giselle’s eyes narrowed.

Then… she saw it.

Hickeys.

On Rumi’s neck.
On Vincent’s chest.

Fresh. Obvious. Shameless.

Giselle blinked once… then smirked slowly.“Well… damn.”

Rumi froze. “Giselle—wait—”

Giselle folded her arms, walking in like she owned the place.

“Morning workout, huh?” she teased, eyes scanning them again.

Vincent chuckled, completely unbothered.

He has Rumi to thank for his new behavior ,she literally turned him into a bad boy .

Rumi, on the other hand, was already red. “It’s not what it looks like!”

Giselle raised a brow. “Oh? So the matching neck decorations are… what exactly?”

Vincent leaned casually against the wall. “Art.”

Giselle laughed. “Oh, I can see that. Very… detailed artwork.”

Rumi groaned, covering her face. “Can you not?”

“No, I actually cannot,” Giselle replied, enjoying every second.

She stepped closer, tilting Rumi’s chin slightly to the side to get a better look.

“Wow… he didn’t even try to hide it,” she said, impressed.

Vincent smirked. “Why should I?”

Giselle snapped her fingers lightly.
“Confidence. I like that.”

Rumi peeked through her fingers. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Of course I am,” Giselle shot back.
“You were asking me for details yesterday, now look at you—living the details.”

Vincent laughed softly.

Rumi glared at him. “This is your fault.”

He shrugged. “No regrets.”

Giselle clapped once. “As you should. But next time…” she pointed between them, smirking,“…lock the door.”

Rumi groaned again while Vincent just laughed.

Giselle turned, still smiling to herself.“Anyway, I came to surprise you…” she paused, glancing back at them,“…but clearly, I was the one surprised.”

HOSPITAL*

Leonard’s car is packed outside the hospital , he’s seated at the passengers seat while Noah is sitting at the driver’s seat.

Leonard has a strange feeling , that she’ll come here.

His gut never lies.

black SUV pulled in.

Leonard’s eyes darkened instantly.
The door opened.

Eleanor stepped out.

Elegant. Calm. Like nothing was wrong.

Leonard’s lips curled slowly.“There she is…”

Before Noah could say anything, Leonard opened the door and stepped out.

He reached into the backseat…
…and pulled out a huge stick.

No hesitation.

No thoughts.

He slammed the door shut and started walking.

Straight toward the hospital.
His steps were slow… controlled… dangerous.

Eleanor had already entered.

Leonard followed.

[ Evelyn’s ward ]

Evelyn is seated on the bed , she’s staring at the door muttering some unknown words .

Jeremy hasn’t even visited,who cares?

The door creaked open.

Evelyn’s head snapped up immediately.

Eleanor stepped in.

Elegant as ever. Perfect posture. Cold eyes.

A slow smirk rested on her lips like she had been waiting for this moment.
Evelyn froze.

Her breathing hitched.

Her eyes widened—shock, fear, recognition all at once.

“Sister…”Evelyn called, her voice shaky, almost like she didn’t believe what she was seeing.

Eleanor’s smirk deepened as she stepped further in, heels clicking softly against the tiled floor.

” Can’t still believe Leonard didn’t kill you ” Eleanor muttered sadly ” My plan was for nothing.”

” I f+kin knew it was you .” Evelyn smirked.

“I’m the mastermind,” she said smoothly, waving her hand dismissively. “I planned Giselle’s shooting… so chill.”

Evelyn’s smirk widened, but there was something darker behind it now.
“You’re insane…” she whispered.

Eleanor stepped closer, tilting her head slightly. “No… I’m just smarter than all of you.”

The door creaked open and their heads turned.

Eleanor smirk faltered , her teeth gritted.

Evelyn’s eyes widened.

Leonard looked crazy ,mad crazy .

He’s way beyond redemption , he’s no longer with the stick but a gun .

Gawd knows where he got it from.

Leonard’s eyes are red ,bloody mad red.

There’s no way he can differentiate between right or wrong .

He lifted the gun and aimed it at Eleanor’s forehead .

He fired .

” No!”.

TO BE CONTINUED