Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 441

Emmy stared at Dean, that familiar face—the same one she’d once loved, once hated. The words caught in her throat. She just couldn’t speak.

Dean’s patience snapped. Without warning, he grabbed the edge of the bamboo bed and started shaking it, making the whole thing creak with a sound that was way too suggestive.

He leaned in, voice rough and pretending to be angry. “What’s wrong, cat got your tongue? Say my name.”

He shook the bed harder. “No? You really not gonna do it?”

He glared, voice low and threatening. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

Right then, someone banged on the door. A gruff voice called out, “Mr. Sparrow, take it easy. Don’t break her—the boss still needs her.”

Dean shot a glare at the door. “Get lost!”

He raised his voice, annoyed. “And tell Pearl, if he sends anyone else to spy on me, he’s not getting those two shipments!”

The footsteps outside scrambled away in a hurry.

Finally, Dean stopped. He sat up and reached for Emmy’s wrist. The anger vanished from his voice, replaced by a concern that almost sounded real. “Are you hurt?”

Emmy jerked her hand out of his grip and scooted back, wrapping her arms around her knees. She kept her voice low, eyes sharp and wary. “How did you get in here?”

Seeing the suspicion in her eyes and the way she shrank from his touch, Dean felt something twist painfully in his chest.

There was a time—another life—when she’d trusted him without question. When they’d been so close, nothing could come between them.

Now, even when her life was on the line, she wouldn’t even let him touch her.

Dean looked away, shoulders slumping as he sat on the edge of the bed. The bamboo frame let out a quiet creak.

“If I hadn’t gotten in,” his voice was hoarse, thick with bitterness, “what, was I supposed to just let them torture you to death?”

Emmy pressed her lips together, gaze locked on him, unflinching.

After a moment, she asked, “This place is a fortress. How did you even make it inside?”

When they finally met, Dean didn’t even blink as he dropped another couple hundred million, buying up all of Pearl’s stock at once.

He’d put on an act, acting desperate and insisting he needed even more, right now. He offered to pay double, as long as he got everything today.

He even came alone, no bodyguards, just to prove how “sincere” he was.

But Pearl, a guy who’d survived decades in the underworld, wasn’t about to trust anyone that easily. He kept Dean far away from his real operation.

Dean quickly realized Pearl was stalling, leading him in circles at another compound. So he called his bluff, threatening to walk out and accusing Pearl of stringing him along.

Under pressure, Pearl finally let something slip—he’d just bought a new girl, beautiful, kept at a different location.

In that moment, Dean knew he’d made the right gamble.

But even then, Pearl put a black hood over Dean’s head before bringing him here, right into the heart of his territory.