Love Trap: Dealing With My Clinging CEO Husband

In the grandeur of the Morris Mansion.

"Are you out of your mind? This is the Morris Mansion..."

Chelsey Howard found herself being pulled into the lounge by a man, her dress soon torn to shreds.

She trembled, trying to dodge his advances.

Her flushed cheeks only fueled the man's wildness.

"What's so scary?" He sneered, his satisfaction palpable as he watched her reaction. His actions grew more frenzied, and Chelsey found herself nearly slammed against the wall several times.

He didn't stop until he heard a voice greeting Kaden Morris nearby. Abruptly, he pinched Chelsey's waist, hastily ending their escapade.

He withdrew, leaving Chelsey, who had been standing there trembling, finally crumpled to the floor.

Luckily, a mirror stood before her, allowing Chelsey to tidy herself up. She gazed at her reflection, her face seemingly stained with rouge and her clothes in disarray. And there, standing behind her, was Trevor Morris, impeccably dressed and radiating a gentle, handsome allure.

He was Chelsey's cousin, and in reality, he was the head of the Morris family. He had a lot of power and always stood out, whether among the Morris family or outside it.

He was unlike Chelsey.

Chelsey's mother had remarried Cary Morris, Trevor's uncle, making Chelsey part of the Morris family.

But since Cary had passed away, the family had treated her and her mother, Gabriella Morris, with nothing but disdain.

The household staff whispered about Gabriella and Chelsey bringing bad luck to Cary.

The vast difference in their status had prevented Chelsey from ever daring to openly confess her love to Trevor.

Their relationship had been a tangled mess for the past two years.

On the day of her graduation, Chelsey had heard rumors of the Morris family arranging a marriage for Trevor. Upset, she had indulged in a few glasses of wine at the party.

To her surprise, Trevor had been at the bar that evening, and in her inebriated state, Chelsey had approached him, declaring her desire to be his woman.

Trevor had simply extinguished his cigarette and looked at her with eyes as fathomless and cold as an abyss, or a flame that threatened to consume her.

Thereafter, he had taken her away, and they had spent the entire night together, cementing her status as his lover.

Afterwards, Chelsey had remained apprehensive, knowing the peril of provoking Trevor.

Their relationship could not be made public, as Trevor would never get serious about her.

Yet, she loved him dearly and was reluctant to let him go.

They had been wrapped up with each other until now.

He was about to tie the knot and start his own family. Word was, Kaden had found a good match for him this time.

He didn't mention it because he believed that their relationship had to remain clandestine, leaving Chelsey forever in the shadows.

Was she his secret lover? Or was she merely his mistress?

If their relationship was doomed to be unequal, Chelsey refused to play the part of the meek accomplice any longer.

So, last weekend, she mustered the courage to message Trevor, wanting to end their illicit affair.

But he had not responded.

She went back to the Morris Mansion in the evening and ran into him. As she was passing by, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the lounge.

Chelsey's reverie was shattered by the ringing of her phone, Gabriella's name flashing on the screen.

Chelsey knew all too well that Gabriella had likely arranged another blind date for her.

Since her stepfather's death, her mother had been in an awkward position in the Morris family.

To Gabriella, Chelsey was her last hope to remain in the Morris family, to be respected, and to continue her extravagant lifestyle.

Chelsey hesitated to answer, fearing what her mother could say.

But the phone kept ringing. Trevor frowned impatiently. She had no choice but to answer.

The room was silent. Chelsey put the phone closer to her ear to keep Gabriella's voice from being heard.

"Didn't I tell you about that young talent? Have you forgotten? His family is not as powerful as the Morris family, but he's quite well-known in Kerton. He's the only son, and if you marry him, you'll live a good life! Rest well these next few days and look your best. You'll meet on Saturday. I'm sure he'll like you..."

Chelsey glanced at Trevor from the corner of her eye, feeling guilty, and quickly hung up, praying he hadn't heard.

"A blind date?" Trevor chuckled.

She gripped her phone tightly, her palms sweaty. He had heard everything.

Before she could respond, he spoke coldly. "You're in such a rush to find someone new before I even agree to end things? Am I dead to you, Chelsey?"

Her heart trembled. Summoning all her courage, she looked up at him. "But you're getting married, aren't you?"

Trevor didn't deny it but replied lightly, "You're overthinking it. It changes nothing."

Clenching her fists, she tried to steady herself. "But I don't want to be a mistress. Women only have a few years of youth. My mother says the guy has a good background. I should try dating him."

"A good background? How good should it be?" His tone was a mix of anger and mockery.

"Of course, he's not as great as you. But should I stay single forever?"

"Chelsey, you've learned to talk back. Impressive!" Trevor sneered.

With her head lowered, she fumbled with the buttons on her shirt, her fingers turning pale.

She had heard Kaden had chosen several women for him, and Trevor had picked the most beautiful one.

What right did he have to blame her now?

Chelsey murmured, "I made a mistake two years ago. I shouldn't have provoked you."

Trevor looked down at her, his voice cold. "Do you regret it?"

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to back down. "Yes, I regret it."

He chuckled, grabbed her chin and lifted it up. With his high status, he was the focus of everyone's attention. Now, he was silently mocking her.

"It's too late for regrets."

The atmosphere was so cold she could barely breathe.

Suddenly, the bell rang, shattering the icy tension.

It was Trevor's phone.

A woman's voice could be faintly heard on the other end.

Chelsey couldn't make out what she was saying, but Trevor remained silent throughout.

After hanging up, he opened the door and left, leaving Chelsey staring at the open door, lost in her own thoughts.

Was that his fiancée?

So, it was over between them, right?

Her heart ached, a lump forming in her throat.

Chelsey and Darren hadn't spoken since their acrimonious parting that day.

On the day Chelsey ventured out for her blind date, she alighted from the car and was greeted by the sight of a building with an ancient style. A headache instantly throbbed in her temples.

It was Misty, Trevor's domain.

Gabriella had mentioned it, but Chelsey, determined to refuse, hadn't listened.

Suddenly, an inexplicable panic gripped her. Instinctively, she glanced towards Trevor's reserved parking spot.

It was vacant.

She exhaled a breath of relief, but just as she was about to look away, a Bentley glided in from the side road.

The license plate was unmistakable, recognized at first glance.

As Chelsey prepared to leave with Gabriella, the latter spotted the car and halted her. Gabriella whispered, "It's Trevor."

The car came to a stop. Killian Gorden, Trevor's secretary, emerged and opened the back door.

Chelsey turned her head away but caught Trevor's exit from the corner of her eye. He removed his Bluetooth headset and handed a document to Killian with one hand, speaking briefly before approaching.

"Gabriella."

His voice was deep, pleasant, yet cold.

Despite this, Gabriella, usually scorned by the Morris family, was flattered. "Hello, Trevor. Here for dinner?"

Trevor neither confirmed nor denied, his gaze drifting to Chelsey, who averted her face. With a causal demeanor, he inquired, "And you, Gabriella?"

Chelsey clung to the hem of Gabriella's coat, but the latter, undeterred, replied with a smile, "I've arranged a date for Chelsey. We're having dinner here."

Trevor chuckled, his words dripping with irony, "Chelsey is certainly at the age to marry."

Cold sweat formed on Chelsey's back. When he mentioned her name, his voice was pleasant but left her breathless.

Since their last discordant meeting, Trevor and Chelsey hadn't communicated, silently agreeing on their breakup.

Trevor, ever the proud man, surrounded by admirers, would never easily bow to anyone.

Now, seeing him so relaxed while she felt utterly humiliated made her wish she could vanish into thin air.

Gabriella glanced at Chelsey and snorted. "See? Even Trevor thinks so. How long do you plan to stay single?"

She then turned to Trevor. "Why don't you join us? It'd be a great chance for you to help evaluate Chelsey's date."

"Mom!" Chelsey couldn't bear it. "Stop it. He... Trevor is busy."

Trevor rotated his watch with his right hand, glancing at her flushed face. "I have dinner plans. Otherwise, I'd gladly help Chelsey assess the young man."

His words struck Chelsey's heart like a blow.

Barely able to breathe, she hurriedly led Gabriella away.

After a few steps, Gabriella grumbled, "Why didn't you greet Trevor? The Morris family is in his hands now. Pleasing him is more beneficial than anything. If he holds a grudge, what will you do?"

"He's been against me for like forever," Chelsey replied.

Gabriella didn't catch her words and was about to ask when the door before them opened.

"Mrs. Morris, you're finally here." A plump, elegantly dressed middle-aged woman emerged. Her sly manner of speaking made Chelsey uneasy.

Gabriella approached her with a smile. "Mrs. Copeland, sorry for the delay. Traffic was terrible."

Rayna Copeland and Gabriella exchanged pleasantries before Rayna turned her keen eyes to Chelsey.

She approached Chelsey with a familiar air. "You must be Chelsey. So beautiful and slender, with such tender skin!"

Chelsey instinctively recoiled but Rayna's grip was firm as she pulled Chelsey into the room while chattering.

"Miss Howard and my son, Yosef, are of similar age. They should get along splendidly. Yosef, come say hello to Miss Howard."

Chelsey looked up to see a young man in trendy clothes with a crew cut, an ear stud, and a tattoo peeking from his wrist. He was engrossed in his phone, a mocking smile on his face.

When he saw Chelsey, his eyes brightened. He tossed his phone aside and stood up.

"Hello, Miss Howard. My name is Yosef Copeland." He smiled, extending his hand, the tattoo of a black snake clearly visible.

She recognized it as a black mamba, a kind of viper.

Chelsey, afraid of snakes, frowned but, out of courtesy, quickly shook his hand. "Hello, I'm Chelsey Howard."

"How do you spell your first name?"

"C-H-E-L-S-E-Y."

Yosef pulled out a chair, looking at Chelsey's pink ear. "As lovely as you are. Please, have a seat, Miss Howard."

Chelsey wanted to sit far from him, but Gabriella saw through her and pressed her into the seat with a smile. "You young folks have lots to discuss. Sit closer."

During dinner, Yosef was attentive and considerate, but Chelsey was distracted, pondering how to convey she had no intentions of marrying.

Gabriella set down her napkin, addressing Chelsey, "I'm going shopping with Mrs. Copeland. You can go home on your own."

Rayna, ever astute, added, "Yosef, please drive Miss Howard home."

Yosef agreed without a moment's hesitation.

As soon as Gabriella and Rayna left, Chelsey stood up and said apologetically, "Mr. Copeland, I'm sorry to have wasted your time."

Yosef, perceptive and sharp, raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

She replied sincerely, "My mother didn't ask for my permission regarding this meeting."

No wonder she seemed so distracted. She had been forced into this blind date.

"Oh, I see." Yosef stood up slowly, stretching lazily, a broad smile spreading across his face. "No problem."

Chelsey was taken aback by his easygoing nature. She had pegged him as a cynical playboy based on his appearance.

As she was about to apologize again, he jingled his car keys.

"Anyway, you have to let me drive you home. If I let you go home alone this late, it would reflect poorly on me if word got out."

Since he insisted on driving her home, Chelsey couldn't refuse.

Living alone and keeping her address a secret, she randomly named a place and lied about living there.

As they passed by a room, she heard someone call out, "Tre."

She looked up instinctively.

Killian stepped out to answer a phone call and opened the door. Chelsey saw Trevor and the woman beside him.

Trevor glanced at Chelsey. The woman beside him laughed heartily, almost draped over his arm.

She was the woman engaged to Trevor.

So, he was having dinner with her.

The woman had just called him Tre.

The whole ride, Chelsey's mind replayed the scene of the woman close to Trevor's face, and how he hadn't pushed her away. She barely registered anything Yosef said.

Getting out of the car, she thanked Yosef and watched him drive away. Once he was gone, she hailed a taxi and headed to her actual place.

After entering her apartment, Chelsey wanted to call Gabriella to say she and Yosef were not a match and to ask her not to set up any more dates. But her phone was dead.

As soon as she plugged it in to charge, the doorbell rang.

Could it be Gabriella, rushing over as soon as she knew she was back?

Opening the door, she saw a man's hand against the frame, a snake head tattoo visible on his wrist.

It was Yosef!

Her heart skipped a beat, cold sweat trickling down her back.

He knew she had lied and had followed her!

She tried desperately to close the door.

Yosef wedged his foot in, the door slamming against the wall.

"What do you want? Leave now, or I'll call the police!" She remembered that her phone was charging and grabbed the nearest object-a ceramic cat.

Yosef sneered, grabbed her wrist, and shattered the ceramic cat into pieces.

He then slammed the door shut.

"Get out! Now!" Chelsey tried to break free from his grip while kicking him, knocking over items around her.

"So, you think you can just say sorry and be fine?" Yosef gasped. "You played me!"

She fought to free herself, but he held her tighter, pulling her into his arms, his grip firm on her soft waist.

Her softness was more than he had imagined, something he had longed to feel.

"Look at your mother. She'd sell you out in a heartbeat. How dare you act all high and mighty in front of me?"

Yosef grabbed her by the back of the neck, forcing her to face him. Her face was breathtaking. He leaned in, about to kiss her.

Chelsey's face went pale. She threw her head back before gathering all her strenght to hit him with her forehead.

"Ah!" Yosef let go instinctively, in pain.

She stumbled, barely seeing, and grabbed the doorknob with trembling hands.

She had to escape. Otherwise, she would be doomed!

Just as she was about to open the door, Yosef lunged at her!

She had taken off her coat, wearing only a slim sweater. Yosef's pull exposed her delicate skin and shoulder.

His eyes reddened with desire. He pressed her against the door, tearing her sweater from behind.

She then felt a sharp sting in her neck; he was biting her!

She couldn't even scream. His hand muffled her cries.

Her ears buzzed, and she vaguely heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt.

With wide eyes, her face drained of color, scenes flashed through her mind. She remembered the woman cozying up to Trevor.

While Trevor enjoyed his time with another woman, she was alone and helpless. No one was coming to save her!

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.