All I Want Is You: POSSESSED BY THE CEO

PROLOGUE

Ella POV

As I watch the city lights blur past, I can't help but sigh. Is this my life now? I try not to think about Jaydee. Is he happy? Does he miss me? Does he even know I left? No, I need to stop. I made this decision. I left him, so I can't afford to look back. Remember, Raine, you're doing this for his own good, and for yours too. We could never truly work. As long as we were together, I'd always be seen as a gold-digger, a b***h only after his money. His family would never accept me, society would never accept me for him.

"Excuse me, Ma'am, we're here," the driver says, jolting me from my thoughts. "Here's the fare, keep the change." "Thank you, Ma'am." I step out of the taxi, the address Nay Cora gave me clutched in my hand. I looked around, a little lost. "Excuse me," I asked a woman passing by, "Do you know where the house of Cora dela Cruz is?" The woman pointed down the street. "A few blocks that way, the one with the bougainvillea." "Thank you so much!" I replied, relief washing over me.

I finally found the house, a small but charming bungalow with vibrant bougainvillea climbing the walls. This was it. My fresh start. I took a deep breath and pushed open the gate, my heart pounding with a mix of hope and trepidation. This wasn't just about escaping the past; it was about forging a future where I was finally in control.

As I stepped through the front door, the air inside felt heavy, still. A chill ran down my spine. "Hello?" I called out, my voice trembling slightly. Silence. Maybe Manong Albert hadn't had time to air out the place. I took another step, and then I saw him.

Jaydee was standing in the living room, bathed in the dim light filtering through the curtains. He looked different, harder. His eyes, usually warm and playful, were now cold and intense. A wave of fear washed over me, stronger than anything I'd felt before. How did he find me? How did he get here first?

"Ella," he said, his voice low and dangerous, each syllable laced with a controlled fury that sent shivers down my spine. "Did you really think you could get away from me?"

He took a step closer, and I instinctively recoiled, backing against the door. His eyes raked over me, lingering on my face, my hair, as if cataloging every detail. "You left," he said, his voice hardening. "You left without a word. You just disappeared."

"I—" I stammered, my mind racing, trying to find an explanation, a defense.

He cut me off, his hand slamming against the door beside my head, trapping me. The force of it made me jump. "Don't," he growled, his face inches from mine. "Don't even try to explain. I don't want to hear your lies."

His gaze burned into me, possessive and furious. "You're mine, Ella," he said, his voice a low, menacing whisper. "You always have been, and you always will be. Did you really think running away would change that? This changes nothing." His eyes glinted dangerously. "You belong to me."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I'm not letting you go again, Ella. Ever. You can run, you can hide, but I will always find you. We're connected, whether you like it or not. You're it for me. You're the only one for me, and I'm the only one for you. Do you understand?"

A strange sense of inevitability washed over me. Looking into his eyes, I saw a truth I couldn't deny. Maybe he was right. Maybe we were bound together in a way I couldn't escape, a connection that transcended distance and decisions. A part of me, the part that still loved him fiercely, whispered that maybe, just maybe, fighting it was futile.

A strange sense of inevitability washed over me. Looking into his eyes, I saw a truth I couldn't deny. Maybe he was right. Maybe we were bound together in a way I couldn't escape, a connection that transcended distance and decisions. A part of me, the part that still loved him fiercely, whispered that maybe, just maybe, fighting it was futile. But the other part, the part that remembered the pain, the judgment, the impossibility of our world, screamed at me to resist.

And yet, as I stood there, trapped between his body and the door, I knew, with a chilling certainty, that resistance was useless. He would always find me. No matter where I ran, no matter how far I hid, he would be there, a shadow in the corner of my eye, a whisper in the back of my mind. I was his, whether I wanted to be or not. He would never let me go.

His eyes, dark and possessive, held a promise and a threat. A promise of a love that burned too bright, a threat of a control that would suffocate me. And in that moment, I knew that my fresh start, my escape, was nothing more than a fantasy. Jaydee would always be my ending. There was no escaping him.