From Keyboard to Chaos

Elisa Morrison stared at her phone screen, her heart sinking deeper with each swipe. The comments on her latest blog post were anything but forgiving.

"How could you abandon The CEO is My Lover?!"

"Do you know how much we loved that novel? Finish it, or else!"

"Worst author ever. You don’t care about your fans at all!"

She groaned, tossing her phone onto the couch. “I should’ve deleted that draft when I had the chance,” she muttered.

The problem was, Elisa hadn’t even thought about The CEO is My Lover in over a year. It was her first attempt at writing romance—a cringeworthy, cliché-laden mess about a cold CEO and a quirky coffee shop waitress. She’d abandoned it halfway through, embarrassed by how cheesy it was.

Now, for reasons beyond her understanding, it had blown up online. Thousands of fans were demanding updates, while others took joy in roasting her for leaving it unfinished.

“Why couldn’t they love my mystery series instead?” she mumbled, opening her laptop. But curiosity got the better of her, and soon, she was scrolling through the comments section again.

"The characters feel so real! Please, Elisa, give us an ending!"

"I swear, if you don’t finish this, I’ll… I’ll write it myself!"

"How dare you create such a perfect CEO and then leave us hanging?!"

Elisa burst into laughter at that last one. “Perfect CEO? Please. Even I couldn’t take him seriously.” She reached for her coffee mug, still giggling, when the liquid suddenly caught in her throat.

She coughed violently, her vision blurring. The next thing she knew, darkness swallowed her whole.

A sharp beam of sunlight woke her. Elisa groaned, shielding her eyes as a deep, unfamiliar voice spoke above her.

“Miss Taylor, are you all right?”

She blinked, slowly adjusting to the light. A man in a crisp navy suit crouched beside her, his dark hair perfectly styled, his jawline sharp enough to cut glass.

“Miss Taylor?” he repeated, his tone impatient.

Elisa’s heart froze. Miss Taylor? That wasn’t her name. And this man—his face looked disturbingly familiar.

“Wait a second…” she whispered, sitting up. Her surroundings came into focus: a sleek office, complete with floor-to-ceiling windows and a view of the city skyline. Her stomach dropped.

It couldn’t be.

“Mr. Carter is waiting,” the man said, standing. He adjusted his tie. “Don’t keep him waiting too long. You know how he gets.”

Elisa’s mouth went dry as the pieces clicked into place. The man standing before her wasn’t just anyone—he was Jake, the loyal assistant from her abandoned novel.

And if Jake was here, that could only mean one thing.

She had somehow woken up inside The CEO is My Lover....

Elisa sat frozen on the plush leather couch, her mind racing. This has to be a dream, she thought. A bad one. Any minute now, I’ll wake up in my tiny apartment, and everything will go back to normal.

But the harsh click of Jake’s shoes against the polished floor jolted her back to reality.

“Miss Taylor, are you coming?” Jake called from the doorway, his expression as composed as ever.

Elisa scrambled to her feet. Her hands were clammy, her heart thudding against her chest. She wasn’t just in any part of her novel—she was in the lion’s den. The office of the infamous Ethan Carter, the cold, brooding CEO she had created and abandoned halfway through her story.

Her knees wobbled as she followed Jake down the hall. This was the character readers had been gushing about nonstop, calling him “perfect” and “dreamy.” The truth? Ethan Carter was anything but. He was cold, controlling, and borderline impossible. She’d made him that way on purpose—a caricature of every overused CEO trope.

And now she was about to meet him.

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