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Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret Chapter Sixty Six
Morning arrived not with sunlight, but with a bruised gray sky pressed against Sienna’s window. The city was still wet from the night’s rain, streets slick and reflective, the air heavy with that faint metallic tang storms always left behind. She woke slowly, blinking up at the ceiling as though unsure of where she was for a moment, her body curled tight beneath the duvet. For a heartbeat, she let herself stay in the cocoon of stillness — no cameras, no voices, no expectations. Just her, the faint ticking of the wall clock, and the soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. But memory arrived like a tide: the amusement park. She saw flashes in her mind — the Ferris wheel, Alina’s delighted shrieks as Adrian lifted her onto his shoulders, the ridiculous hat he’d won at one of the stalls, his broad smile breaking free in a way she hadn’t seen in years. And then, the quieter moment she’d tried not to linger on: Adrian’s hand brushing hers when fastening Alina’s jacket. That brie
Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret Chapter Sixty Five
The night pressed down heavy against the glass walls of Leo’s study, the city a distant hum beneath him. Dim amber light from a single lamp pooled across his desk, spilling over scattered papers, cigarette smoke curling in lazy ribbons that refused to dissipate. He sat half in shadow, shirt collar loosened, one hand resting on a glass of untouched whiskey, the other flicking ash into the crystal tray. The carnival headlines were still scrolling across his phone, bold letters announcing Adrian’s little victory. Leo read the words again, then set the phone down with a small, amused exhale. The world thought Adrian had cornered a spy—how quaint. If only they knew the real move had already been made. The encrypted line on his burner phone buzzed once. He answered without hesitation. “Plan Z accomplished. The decoy was caught as expected. Medical records are in place, medications switched, staff already questioning their loyalties. The infiltration is secure.” A pause, then silence. L
Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret Chapter Sixty Four
The room was dim, stripped of comfort, its only glow coming from the monitors lined against the wall. Adrian sat across from Voss, his hands folded, expression cut in stone. “Are you certain this will work?” Adrian asked, his voice low, controlled. Voss slid a sleek case across the table. Inside lay a set of innocuous objects: a dark jacket, a pair of glasses with matte-black frames, a button that looked ordinary until one tilted it beneath the light. “The glasses are fitted with a 360-degree micro-lens. Combined with the button cam, it feeds a live panoramic view directly into the van. I’ll have facial recognition running, motion tracking, heat signatures. If the spy shows, we’ll know within seconds.” Adrian nodded, inspecting the jacket with clinical detachment. “And the risk?” “There’s always risk,” Voss admitted. “But if you want to draw him out, you’ll need to look like you’re unguarded. Taking the kids… it’ll bait him faster than any meeting or staged leak.” Adrian’s gaze
Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret Chapter Sixty Three
The room was silent except for the tick of the clock, each second dropping like water in a cave. Leo sat cross-legged on the floor of his sanctuary, the shrine he had built with patient, obsessive hands. The walls glimmered with photographs of Sienna.But tonight his attention wasn’t on her. It was on Adrian.The other man’s image stared back at him from a corner of the board—clippings from business magazines, paparazzi shots of him at airports, grainy captures Leo had taken himself. A thicker folder lay open on the floor: medical reports he’d managed to obtain through a quiet bribe, whispers traded for money in dingy hallways. He had pored over them until the numbers blurred, until the words swam: insomnia, recurring migraines, fainting episode two years prior. A line scrawled in a physician’s note had snagged him like a hook: suspected early-stage malignancy. Referred to specialist.Cancer. The mighty Adrian Hawthorne, cracked from the inside. He had just two years to live, or di
Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret Chapter Sixty Two
Layla balanced the thin stack of documents in one hand and tapped lightly on the glass door with the other. Sienna’s house always smelled faintly of lilies and something warmer—like cinnamon simmering on the stove. It was the sort of place that wrapped around you the moment you stepped inside, which was dangerous for someone like Layla. Comfort always came with a cost. “Come in,” Sienna’s voice called, soft but commanding. Layla stepped into the sunlit living room. The curtains were drawn halfway, letting in a spill of afternoon light that painted the cream walls in gold. Sienna sat curled into the sofa, hair swept back loosely, script pages scattered across the coffee table. Even in a casual cardigan and bare feet, she carried herself like the camera was still on her. “Documents from the agency,” Layla said, placing the folder on the table. “And the updated script they want you to look over before Monday.” Sienna’s gaze lifted from the mess of pages. Sharp eyes, always sharper th
Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret Chapter Sixty One
The engagement party had been louder than he expected. Music hummed through the hall, champagne glasses clinked, laughter spilled in bursts like waves, and the scent of roasted lamb and challah lingered in the air long after the serving trays had been carried away. Voss stood near the back of the room, his posture straight, his glass untouched, watching everything and everyone with that particular stillness people often mistook for detachment.It wasn’t detachment. It was observation.Layla was at the center of it, though she didn’t realize. The storm around her family swirled more quietly than the dancing or the toasts, but it was there, under every glance and comment.Her mother’s sharp eyes never softened. Every time Layla spoke, every time she laughed at something someone whispered to her, her mother’s mouth pulled into a thin line, the kind that said that’s not how a woman of thirty should behave. At the dinner table, the remarks came wrapped in sweet poison.“You should try the
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