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13. After the Storm
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2026-08-30 22:43:34
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The CEO’s Curve of Fate 13. After the Storm
The black luxury sedan glided smoothly through the rain-slicked streets of Manhattan. Inside, the atmosphere was silent.Giselle leaned her head against the cool glass of the window, watching the city lights blur into streaks of gold and red. Beside her, Braden remained quiet, giving her the space she needed to process everything that had just happened.When the car finally pulled up in front of Giselle’s apartment building, the driver stepped out to open the door. But neither Giselle nor Braden moved right away."You were very brave back there," Braden said softly, breaking the silence. His dark eyes held a warm, steady light as he looked at her.Giselle turned to him, offering a small, contemplative smile. "I used to tremble whenever Darel raised his voice. For two years, I thought his anger was my fault—that if I had just been a better wife, a better hostess, a better woman, he wouldn't look at me with so much coldness."She lowered her gaze to her hands folded in her lap. "But ton
The CEO’s Curve of Fate 12. Boundaries
The smooth elevator ride back down to the lobby felt entirely different for Giselle. Resting safely inside her jacket pocket was the matte-black keycard, and beside her stood Braden, carrying the small leftovers of their homemade pasta. "I'll have my driver take you back," Braden said quietly as the elevator approached the ground floor. Giselle smiled up at him. "You don't have to escort me all the way to the car, you know." "I know," Braden replied, his eyes soft as he looked down at her. "I want to." Ding. The heavy doors slid open into the opulent, dimly lit main lobby of the Martin Residence. But the usual serene atmosphere was entirely gone. Near the front desk, two tall security guards stood in a rigid stance, blocking a man in a sharp, dark tailored suit. "I told you, I am not leaving until I speak with Mr. Martin," a cold, tight voice echoed across the marble floor. Giselle’s steps halted instantly. Her breath hitched in her throat, her stomach dropping into a cold, par
The CEO’s Curve of Fate 11. Get Her Back
After lunch, they cleaned the modern kitchen together in an easy, domestic rhythm—Braden washing the cookware while Giselle dried each piece with a soft cotton towel. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden reflection over the sleek marble island. It felt entirely natural, as if they had shared this exact routine a hundred times before. "How has your energy been this week?" Braden broke the silence, rinsing a heavy cast-iron pan under the running water. "Honestly? So much better," Giselle smiled, her expression bright and unburdened. "No dizziness, no brain fog, and absolutely no starving myself." "I'm glad to hear it," he murmured, his voice low and warm against the quiet ambient music playing in the background. Giselle tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with light playful mischief. "I even made my own oatmeal yesterday morning. Voluntarily." Braden paused, turning his head toward her with a look of feigned, utter shock. "Without my strict sup
The CEO’s Curve of Fate 10. Sunday Dinner
Sunday morning arrived wrapped in golden sunlight spilling through Giselle’s bedroom window. She stood barefoot in front of the digital scale, clutching the hem of her oversized T-shirt. It had been nearly two weeks since she last stepped on it. Braden had practically forbidden the daily check-ins. "The scale only measures your relationship with gravity," he had told her with that grounded, calm authority of his. "It doesn't measure your discipline, your strength, or your progress." Still, today curiosity won. Inhaling deeply, she stepped onto the glass platform. The digital numbers blinked, shifted, and finally settled. Giselle blinked, frowning in disbelief. She stepped off, took a breath, and climbed back on. The numbers remained exactly the same. A slow, radiant smile spread across her face, her hands flying to her mouth. "Three kilos..." she whispered the words under her breath, as if saying them too loudly might make the victory vanish. She had officially lost three
The CEO’s Curve of Fate 09. You're Always Welcome
"I still can't believe I actually ate churros today," she murmured, looking out at the passing skyline. Braden kept his eyes focused on the road, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. "You also walked exactly twelve thousand three hundred and eighteen steps." She turned toward him, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. "You were counting?" "I always count.” Giselle let out a soft laugh. "Note to self: never play hide-and-seek with you." "You'd lose." "I probably would." The easy, unforced laughter between them filled the quiet cabin of the car, completely replacing the sharp awkwardness that used to define their interactions. Giselle unbuckled her seat belt and turned to face him. "Thank you, Braden." He shifted in his seat to look at her. "For what?" "For today. For teaching me that food isn't my inherent enemy." "I only reminded you of something you already deserved to know," he said faintly. Giselle lowered her gaze, tracing the seam of her hoodie. "You
The CEO’s Curve of Fate 08. The Cheat Day
Giselle stared down at the digital screen in disbelief. She stepped off, took a deep breath, and climbed back on, but the screen flashed the exact same result. A whole week of effort, and not a single pound lost. After everything she had done—every early morning, every grueling workout, and every carefully weighed meal—nothing had changed. She sighed heavily and sat on the edge of her bed, wrapping her arms around her knees. Maybe Darel had been right all along. Maybe this body simply wasn't meant to change. Her phone vibrated on the mattress, breaking her downward spiral. Braden: I'm outside. *** Fifteen minutes later, Giselle climbed into Braden's car. Usually, she greeted him with a bright smile or a sarcastic quip, but today, she immediately turned her head to stare out the window. Braden noticed the shift before he even pulled out of the driveway. "Tough morning?" "I'm fine," she forced a rigid smile. "Hmm," Braden started the engine. "You've been spending t
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