His Arrogant CEO

Breaking The Rules

Rule 1: Broken. I entered his bedroom at midnight.

Zayan was asleep, shirtless, the moonlight on his scars. So many scars. My heart broke seeing the pain he hid from the world.

Rule 2: Broken. Tears streamed down my face as I whispered, "Who hurt you so much, Zayan?"

He woke up instantly, grabbing my wrist. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"You have nightmares," I said softly, touching a scar on his chest. "You scream in your sleep."

He froze at my touch. "Don't... don't touch me."

"Why?" I asked, my fingers tracing another scar. "Why do you pretend you don't have a heart when you're bleeding inside?"

Something broke in his eyes. In one swift motion, he pulled me onto the bed, pinning me under him. "You want to know my heart, Inaya?" His voice was ragged. "This is what it does."

His lips crashed onto mine. It wasn't gentle. It was angry, hungry, desperate. Like a man dying of thirst who finally found water.

I kissed him back, Rule 3 shattering. My hands found his hair, his back, memorizing every scar. His kisses moved to my neck, my collarbone, marking me as his.

"Inaya," he groaned my name like a prayer. "Tell me to stop."

"Never," I whispered, breaking the last rule. "Never stop."

That night, the contract burned. We weren't strangers anymore. We weren't playing husband and wife.

We were just Zayan and Inaya. Two broken souls finally finding home.

In the morning, he held me tighter. "No divorce after 1 year," he murmured into my hair. "You're mine forever. Contract or not."

The arrogant CEO had fallen. And he fell hard.