Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 849

Emmy lay on the bed, her skin almost ghostly pale. She stared at him, her eyes colder than ice.

“Dean, you can kidnap me all you want, but you’ll never have my heart,” she said, her voice flat and unforgiving. “I’ll never forgive you. Not ever.”

“I know,” Dean answered, smiling like none of this fazed him. There was no doubt or fear in his eyes, only that same stubborn obsession. He reached out, trying to touch her cheek, but Emmy jerked away, disgusted. His hand hung awkwardly in the air before he let it drop, pretending not to care.

“So…” he started, his voice barely above a whisper, smooth and dangerous, “let’s just forget about everything that went wrong, all the hurt. Can we do that?”

Emmy let out a sharp laugh and turned her face to the wall, done looking at him. She didn’t want to say another word to this lunatic. Her mind was already racing, trying to figure out how she’d get in touch with James once the plane landed.

Dean’s voice kept going, soft but creepy, like he was hoping for something impossible. “Forget all of it. Forget James, too. If you do… do you think you could ever love me again?”

Emmy whipped her head back around, staring straight into his wild, possessive eyes. A chill ran through her.

“What are you really trying to do?” she asked, her voice cold and steady.

Dean just watched her, his expression gentle, almost like he cared. “I know the second you get your strength back, you’ll want to reach out to James, run back to him. So, let’s just let go of everything that happened before. Forget him. Forget everything.”

Emmy felt nothing but disgust, building up inside her until she couldn’t keep it in.

“Get out,” she shouted, her voice raw. “Get out of here! I don’t want to see you!”

“Don’t touch me.”

Dean stopped, looking down at her, his tone calm and measured. “If you don’t cooperate, I’ll have to force you. This is for your own good. You’re still too weak.”

In the end, she gave in and let him help her into the chair. Dean pushed her out of the plane. The door opened onto a sealed platform, leading right inside a building. Emmy tried to see where she was, but everything around her was closed off, no clues, no windows.

He wheeled her into an elevator. The numbers lit up and counted down, finally stopping at the second basement level. When the doors slid open, the sharp smell of disinfectant hit her. The room in front of her was huge, cold, and sterile, like an empty lab.

Panic shot through Emmy’s chest. “Where are we? What is this place? Where did you bring me?”