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THE CEO CONTRACTED WIFE 🔥🔥🔥 AUTHORED BY FOXY Sometimes life is hard , we opt to give up because some of the things we face that break us down ,we experience hardships and we become victims of the bitter world , we are broken but that doesn't define us all . There's something that hovers like a magic and that is love .lt is love that build us all and makes us strong . The same happened to Talent , a broken soul who grew up without love until she unexpectedly met an aloof , tycoon mafia, cold business man Chapter one In a city that pulsed with chaos and indifference, a young woman stood alone. Her blonde hair clung to her face, damp from tears and the weight of exhaustion. She was in her early twenties, but life had aged her spirit far beyond her years. Orphaned young, mistreated by the relatives who took her in, she had grown up scraping through the streets like a beggar, her soul bruised by cruelty and neglect. Her name was *Talent*, though life had rarely shown her any. That morning, as the city buzzed with noise and motion, Talent wandered aimlessly, her thoughts dark and heavy. She had tried everything to escape her pain — but nothing had worked. Until her eyes landed on a nearby swimming competition. The pool shimmered under the sun, and a twisted idea bloomed in her mind. “Maybe this is how I leave,maybe this is the high time l leave this hell of a world she whispered, a faint smile ghosting across her lips. She walked toward the registration area, her fragile frame drawing puzzled glances. No one stopped her as she picked up a swimsuit and stepped onto the track. The whistle blew. She dove in. At first, she swam with trembling determination. But soon, her strength gave out. Water filled her lungs, and the world blurred. As she sank, she welcomed the silence. “Let it end,” she thought, her smile tinged with sorrow. But just before the darkness claimed her, arms wrapped around her body, pulling her to the surface. She coughed violently, gasping for air. Through the haze, she recognized the scent of jasmine perfume and it was none other than her friend Lisa.The gal who have helped her here and then Lisa dragged her to the restrooms nearby, frantic and shaken. She laid Talent against the door and rushed inside to grab tissues. But in that moment, something horrific happened. A drunken man who seemed to be in his 40 suddenly slammed Lisa into the restroom walls , he made sure to look all the restrooms doors and he did the unimaginable . He stripped lisa's clothes and r***d Lisa taking away her virginity The man ran away from the scene immediately and left lisa barely able to walk Talent, dazed and barely conscious, didn’t notice the shift in atmosphere. But when Lisa returned, her face was pale, her body trembling. She had been assaulted her trust shattered in an instant. Lisa’s grief quickly turned to rage. She blamed Talent for everything for being there, lf she didn't save this pathetic gal she wouldn't have been r***d, for the pain she now carried is unbearable . Her sorrow twisted into vengeance. “You ruined me,” Lisa texted Talent later that night. “Now I’ll ruin you.” Consumed by fury, Lisa hired men to hunt Talent down. When Talent learned about the plot, she ran barefoot , breathless and desperate through alleys and streets and she fled untill her legs gave out Then she saw it , a golden gate slightly ajar Without thinking she slipped through Talent stumbled through the golden gate, her breath ragged, her legs trembling beneath her. The estate was eerily silent, its grandeur almost mocking her desperation. Marble fountains gurgled softly, manicured hedges stood like sentinels, and the mansion loomed ahead — a palace carved from shadow and wealth. She didn’t know whose domain she had entered, only that it was far from the hell she’d been running from. Inside the mansion, behind tinted glass and velvet curtains, *Damien Virelli*, the infamous CEO, watched her arrival on a surveillance screen. His reputation was carved in ice ruthless in business, colder in heart.He was respected in the city as he owned the most luxurious company which was known throughout the world , every company he owned was built with gold , he was fully loaded , he never lacked anything But something about the fragile figure collapsing on his lawn stirred a flicker of curiosity. “Who let a ghost into my garden?” he muttered, swirling a glass of scotch. Talent collapsed near the fountain, her body giving in. She didn’t care anymore. If this place was another trap, so be it. At least it was quiet. Moments later, two guards approached, weapons holstered but eyes sharp. One reached for her arm, but Damien’s voice crackled through their earpieces. “Bring her inside. Don’t touch her roughly. I want to see her.” --- Talent was ushered into a grand hall, her eyes wide with exhaustion and awe. Chandeliers glittered above like frozen stars. She was placed on a velvet chaise, and soon, Damien entered tall, composed, and unreadable. He studied her like a puzzle. “You’re not here by invitation,” he said coolly. “But you ran through my gate like it was salvation. Why?” Talent looked up, her voice barely a whisper. “I was running from monsters.” Damien raised an eyebrow. “And you think I’m not one?”he smirked do you know who lam" She didn’t answer. Her silence was louder than words. Instead of throwing her out, Damien made a decision that surprised even himself. “You’ll stay here. For now. But understand — this is not a sanctuary. It’s a cage with velvet bars until l find how to deal with you "he said coldly Talent nodded. She didn’t care. A cage was better than those men outside. But what she didn’t know was that Damien had his dark business secrets .She had put herself into more dangerTHE CEO CONTRACTED WIFE BY FOXY Chapter Two: The Velvet Cage The mansion was quiet, but not peaceful. Talent sat in a room that looked like it belonged in a royal palace — gold-trimmed furniture, silk curtains, and a bed so soft it felt unreal. Yet she couldn’t sleep. Her mind replayed Lisa’s screams, the betrayal, the chase, and now… this strange man who had taken her in. Damien Virelli. She had heard the name whispered in fear and awe. A man who built empires with blood and brilliance. Rumors said he had ties to the underworld — that he could make people disappear with a phone call. And now, she was in his house. The door creaked open. A woman in a black uniform entered, carrying a tray of food. “Mr. Virelli said you must eat,” she said, her voice clipped. Talent stared at the tray — roasted chicken, steamed vegetables, and a glass of wine. It looked too perfect, too unreal. “I’m not hungry,” she whispered. The woman didn’t argue. She placed the tray on the table and left. Talent stood and walked to the window. Outside, the garden shimmered under moonlight. Guards patrolled silently. She was safe — for now. But safety in a cage was still captivity. --- Meanwhile, Damien sat in his study, watching her on the surveillance feed. He didn’t know why he had let her stay. She was a nobody. A broken girl with haunted eyes. But something about her silence intrigued him. She didn’t beg. She didn’t cry. She just… existed. He poured another drink and dialed a number. Find all the details of the gal " he commanded through his phone - And he hung before the person could answer - Mean while talent was telling her herself that She wasn’t safe. She was trapped. Outside her door, guards stood like statues. Inside, cameras blinked silently from the corners. She was being watched — studied like a specimen. --- In his private study, Damien Virelli reviewed the footage from the previous night. He zoomed in on Talent’s face as she collapsed near the fountain. Her eyes were empty, but something flickered beneath — not fear, not weakness. Something else. “She’s hiding something,” he muttered. He picked up a file his assistant had just delivered. Inside were fragments of Talent’s life — orphaned at six, bounced between abusive relatives, expelled from school for fighting, arrested once for theft. No known associates. No stable address. “She’s a ghost,” Damien said. “But ghosts don’t bleed.” He tapped his fingers on the desk. Something didn’t add up. --- Later that day, Talent was summoned to a dimly lit room — not the office, but a basement chamber lined with steel and silence. Two men stood beside Damien, their faces unreadable. “I don’t trust you,” Damien said flatly. “You ran into my estate like a hunted animal. You say you were escaping monsters. But monsters don’t chase nobodies.” Talent’s throat tightened. She didn’t speak. Damien leaned forward. “So here’s the deal. You’ll stay. But you’ll be watched. Tested. If I find out you’re lying — about anything — I won’t hesitate to throw you back to the wolves. Or worse.” He gestured to one of the men. “Take her to the lower quarters. Strip her of anything she came with. No phone. No jewelry. No secrets.” --- The lower quarters were nothing like the guest room. Cold concrete walls. A steel bed. No windows. Talent sat on the edge, her fists clenched. She had escaped one nightmare only to enter another. But this time, she wouldn’t break. She couldn’t. She had to survive. --- Meanwhile, Lisa was spiraling. Her trauma had twisted into obsession. She had hired more men — not just to find Talent, but to destroy her. She wanted her dead. And she had connections. Dangerous ones. One of her hired men had just discovered where Talent was hiding. And he had ties to Damien Virelli’s enemies. .