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MidReal Story
Possessive CEO's Threats
Scenario:I’m married to Alessio, a famous CEO. He’s charming, powerful, and incredibly possessive.
Tonight, at 9 pm, I was getting dressed to meet my friends when Alessio walked in. “Where are you going?” he asked. “Didn’t I tell you earlier? I’m going out with my friends,” I replied. He hugged me from behind as I sat at the dressing table. “But it’s already nine o’clock, honey… I won’t let you go,” he said, whining slightly.
“You’re too restrictive. I just want a little freedom. I can’t go out at night or wear slightly revealing clothes,” I said sarcastically. “Obviously you can't,” he replied possessively. “I won't let men out there see you wearing revealing clothes, you are mine, your body is mine too, no one else can have you besides me.”
"Now you choose, listen to my words to stay at home or I will make you unable to walk for a month and then your stomach will be bloated for nine months." he threatened.
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Isabella Moretti
wife of Alessio, friends with Scarlett and Emily, slender with long dark hair, determined and secretive.
Alessio Moretti
husband of Isabella and CEO of a major corporation, possessive and controlling.
Scarlett Reese
best friend of Isabella and confidante in her struggles with Alessio.
I had never been a quitter.
Not in my nature.
But the suffocating feeling I’d had for the last year and a half told me it was time to do something about my situation.
The something I was thinking of doing wasn’t easy, but it was necessary.
My husband needed to be taken down a peg.
Or maybe a thousand.
Alessio Moretti was a good man, but he’d gotten out of hand in the last year, taking his role as my husband to the extreme and becoming controlling and possessive.
It had gotten so bad that I couldn’t breathe, and not just because she was so big and pregnant with my child.
He’d become all-encompassing and smothering, not letting me have any type of freedom or independence.
It was time for him to remember that I was a person, a woman with wants and needs and not just an accessory to be shown off in high society.
The only problem was how I was going to accomplish this?
I wasn’t a secretive person by nature, but I knew I had to keep this secret, at least from my husband.
I paced back and forth in our bedroom, rehearsing my speech to Alessio.
He was in his home office, working on some business deal or another.
I’d given him a heads up that I wanted to talk to him when he was done, so he knew something was up.
My hands were shaking as I checked my phone for the hundredth time.
Three missed calls from Scarlett, warning me to wait until she got here before I did anything.
But I couldn’t wait.
I had to do this now, before I lost my nerve.
I put my phone down and marched out of our bedroom and down the hallway toward Alessio’s office.
My heels clicked against the cool marble floors, echoing off the walls of our mansion.
I stopped outside his door and took a deep breath before pushing it open.
Alessio was sitting behind his desk on a conference call with several other men.
He was barking orders at them and telling them what he expected from them by the end of the week. "Excuse me," I said softly, trying not to interrupt him, but needing to get this over with.
He looked up at me, his eyes narrowing slightly at the interruption.
"Can you give me a minute?" he asked the men on the other end of the line.
He leaned back in his leather chair and steepled his fingers together in front of him, staring at me intently.
"I’m almost done," he said softly, his voice deceptively soft.
It was a tone that most people would be afraid of, but not me.
Not yet anyway.
I shook my head no and closed the door behind me.
"I need you to listen, Alessio, because this ends today."
Alessio’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t say anything.
He rose from his chair and the other men on the call continued talking, but he wasn’t paying attention to them anymore.
He walked around his mahogany desk and stood in front of me, towering over me with his six-foot-five frame.
I stood my ground, not backing up like I normally would.
My hands rested protectively over my stomach where our baby was growing.
Alessio’s eyes followed the movement and softened just a little.
I knew that was my only chance to get through to him.
I took a step closer to him, close enough to smell his familiar cologne.
"Alessio, I need you to understand that I can't live like this anymore," I said, my voice steady despite the fear gnawing at me.
His eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and anger. "What are you saying, Sofia? You want to leave?"
"No, I want us to change," I replied firmly, holding his gaze.
I was mid-sentence when the office door flew open, making Alessio and me both jump.
Scarlett stood in the doorway, her designer heels clicking on the floor.
Her hair was perfectly styled and her makeup flawless, but her face was flushed and her hands were trembling as she clutched her phone.
Alessio’s security team appeared behind her, apologizing for letting her breach the mansion’s security.
But Scarlett was already striding into the room, her eyes locked on mine.
I could see the look in her eyes from across the room.
She’d found something.
Something big.
Before anyone could stop her, she turned her phone screen toward us.
My stomach dropped as I saw the familiar faces in the surveillance photos.
Scarlett scrolled through the photos, showing Alessio and me the shadowy figures following me to my doctor appointments and yoga classes.
My hands were shaking as I reached for her phone, needing to see the evidence for myself.
Alessio’s face darkened as he saw the same photos.
"Who did this?"
Alessio growled, slamming his hand on his desk, making me jump.
Scarlett didn’t flinch at his outburst.
She held up another photo, this one showing a man in a suit exchanging an envelope with one of my shadows.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry.
These weren’t just Alessio’s men watching over me.
"They're working for someone else," Scarlett said, her voice steady but urgent.
Alessio's eyes widened, a rare flicker of vulnerability crossing his features.
"Who would dare?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
I leaned back against the tinted window of Alessio’s black SUV, watching as the suited man exited his office building.
Alessio’s hand gripped mine possessively, his gaze fixed on the man as he walked to his car.
The rest of Alessio’s security team trailed behind us in a second vehicle, keeping a safe distance.
The suited man checked his phone before sliding into a silver Mercedes.
Alessio’s driver followed at a discreet distance, navigating through downtown traffic.
As we trailed behind the man, I noticed something odd.
He was driving erratically, making sudden turns and doubling back on himself.
He switched lanes unnecessarily and sped up and slowed down randomly.
It was like he was trying to lose us.
But that wasn’t possible.
Alessio had the best security team money could buy, and they were trained to track and follow without being seen. It hit me then—the man was trained in counter-surveillance.
He knew how to spot a tail and shake them off his trail.
I glanced at Alessio, but he was still focused on the car ahead of us.
His jaw was clenched and his eyes narrowed with concentration.
We continued following the man for several more minutes, but he seemed to know exactly where he was going.
He pulled into an underground parking garage beneath a high-rise building, disappearing from view.
Alessio’s driver kept circling around the block, waiting for instructions from Alessio.
But Alessio just shook his head.
"Keep driving," he muttered, his voice tight with frustration.
"We can’t risk him spotting us."
As we drove away, I realized that this was just the beginning of a much larger game.