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Marcus’s Last Game
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Married to the cold CEO The Moment of Surrender
Breathless silence filled the room, thick with everything they had not yet said.Elena stood near the window of the guest suite Damian had insisted she take—her space, he had called it. Not distance. Not separation. Space to choose freely. The city lights below blurred as her thoughts tangled, each memory pulling at her chest with quiet insistence.Healing, she had learned, was not loud.It did not announce itself with apologies or dramatic gestures. It arrived in pauses. In restraint. In moments where old instincts begged for retreat, and new courage whispered, stay.Behind her, the door opened softly.She didn’t turn right away. She didn’t need to.Damian’s presence had changed. Once, it filled rooms with cold authority, sharp edges, control. Now it carried something heavier—deliberate vulnerability, carefully held, like glass that could shatter if mishandled.“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” he said.Elena rested her palms against the glass. “I wasn’t sure either.”He closed the door bu
Married to the cold CEO Healing in Shadows
Quiet wrapped the penthouse in a way Elena hadn’t felt before—not the brittle silence of unresolved anger, nor the hollow distance that once lived between her and Damian, but something softer. Something cautious. Healing, she was learning, rarely announced itself loudly. It arrived like this instead, hesitant and almost invisible.She stood near the wide window, city lights flickering far below. Her reflection stared back at her—older, stronger, carrying lines shaped not by age but by endurance. Everything she had survived lingered in her eyes. Yet for the first time, the weight didn’t feel crushing.Behind her, Damian sat on the edge of the couch, jacket discarded, tie loosened. Power no longer clung to him like armor. He looked human tonight. Tired. Thoughtful.Neither of them spoke at first.Weeks ago, silence would have cut like a blade. Now it simply existed between them, a shared space neither rushed to fill.Elena broke it gently. “Do you ever wonder who we would have been if n
Married to the cold CEO A Choice Beyond Fear
Silence carried weight in the penthouse, pressing softly against Elena’s chest as she stood near the window, fingers curled around a porcelain cup gone cold.City lights flickered below like distant possibilities—lives moving forward without pause, without contracts, without the invisible scars that still traced her heart. For weeks now, peace had hovered close enough to touch, yet she hadn’t fully reached for it. Not because she didn’t want it.Because choosing peace meant choosing something far more terrifying.Damian watched her from across the room, unreadable in the low glow of evening lamps. The man who once commanded boardrooms with a single glance now hesitated before a single step toward her.That alone told her everything.“Elena,” he said quietly.She turned, meeting his gaze. “You don’t have to say it.”“But I need to,” Damian replied. “Not as your husband on paper. Not as a CEO. Just as a man who’s finally learned what he’s afraid of losing.”Her breath caught—not from dr
Married to the cold CEO Reflections of Us
Quietly, the city breathed beneath the balcony lights, unaware that two lives were standing at the edge of something irreversible.Elena rested her hands against the glass, watching the skyline blur into reflections of gold and shadow. The penthouse behind her felt different lately—not like a fortress or a cage, but like a place that had learned to soften its corners. Maybe she had changed. Maybe Damian had. Or maybe love, once stripped of fear, simply rewrote the air around them.Footsteps approached without urgency.Damian stopped beside her, close enough that warmth replaced the night’s chill. He didn’t speak at first. He had learned, slowly, that silence didn’t always mean distance.“You’ve been standing here a while,” he said.“I know,” Elena replied. “I was thinking.”“That usually means trouble.”A smile touched her lips. “For you, maybe.”He leaned his shoulder against the glass. “What’s on your mind?”She turned, studying him the way she had learned to—without armor, without
Married to the cold CEO A Promise Rekindled
Something gentle shifted in the air between them, subtle yet undeniable.Elena felt it the moment she stepped into the penthouse living room and found Damian standing by the window, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled back as if he had finally decided to breathe inside his own home. The city lights beyond the glass reflected faintly in his eyes, but for once, they didn’t seem to pull him away from the present.He turned when he sensed her, not startled—aware.“You’re back earlier than I expected,” he said.She placed her bag down slowly. “So are you.”A quiet smile touched his mouth. “I cancelled the last meeting.”Elena raised an eyebrow. “Damian Cross cancelling meetings voluntarily? That must be a historical event.”“Don’t tell Adrian,” he replied dryly. “He’ll think I’m unwell.”They shared a small laugh, soft and unguarded. Moments like these still surprised her—the ease, the absence of tension where sharp words once lived.She moved closer, resting her hands on the back of the sofa
Married to the cold CEO The Balance of Hearts
Breath lingered between them like an unanswered question, fragile yet demanding attention. Elena stood near the tall window of the Cross penthouse, city lights flickering below as if mirroring the restless conflict inside her chest. Everything felt quieter lately—not empty, but weighted. As though peace itself required effort to maintain.Behind her, Damian adjusted his cufflinks slowly, deliberately, the way he did when he was thinking too much.“You’re unusually silent,” he said at last, his voice calm but observant. “That usually means you’re carrying something alone.”Elena didn’t turn immediately. “I’m trying to understand how we got here,” she replied. “And how we stay here without losing ourselves again.”That made him pause.He crossed the room, stopping a respectful distance behind her. “Is this about the past… or the future?”She exhaled. “Both.”Turning at last, she faced him. Gone was the fragile woman who had once signed a marriage contract with shaking hands. In her plac
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