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Chapter 123: He's gone.
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The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 209: Echoes on the News Desk.
*****************POV: Nia Calder, Investigative Journalist********** --- I never thought I'd become the anchor of a hostage-extraction story, but there I was—smacked in the middle of a conspiracy that eclipsed any political scandal I’d covered before. Every source now whispered the same line: “It’s bigger than a kidnapping. Bigger than any corporate mess. It’s a war for truth.” I wanted that story. Five hours ago, Claire Moore Allister had been airlifted from a remote Montenegrin cliffside villa. Liam Allister, her husband's half brother —and accused corporate predator—was confirmed dead by Montenegrin authorities. The signal trail led to nothing but sharp cliff faces and Adriatic waves. It sounded cinematic—and terrifyingly real. I sat at my desk at The National Inquiry, surrounded by scattered notes, analyst printouts, and conflicting snippets of phone interviews. Two emails lay open, both from microbiology labs offering to authenticate samples from Claire—blood, hair—to p
The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 208: The Sons We Bury.
******************************POV: Henry************************* --- The war room was still glowing with static light when the signal finally cut out. One blink—then gone. Claire’s signal. Silent. Flat. The silence that followed was so sudden, so thick, that I could hear Liz’s breath catch from across the room. It was over. Or maybe just beginning. I remained by the command table, hands behind my back, jaw set in a way I’d practiced since Liam was a boy. Since before he started looking at the world with that cold, calculated hunger. The rescue was a success. Claire was safe. And Liam—my son—was dead. There’d been no explosion. No chaos. Just a simple radio confirmation from Mack: "She’s out. He's down. Repeat, Liam is down." And that was it. A man I had raised, molded, fought for… gone with a single shot. Rowe pulled the trigger. I knew it before Morgan confirmed it. There was a particular finality in Mack’s voice—less rage, more consequence. That kind of tone
The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 207: After the Gunshot.
********************************POV: Liz*************************** The screen flickered. Once. Twice. Then, the signal stopped. I didn’t breathe. For three days, Claire’s pulse had danced across the screen like a whisper—light, coded, steady. That small, silent heartbeat was the only thing tethering me to sanity. The only proof she was still fighting was And now it was gone. My hands were shaking before I realized I’d stood. The war room blurred—whiteboards covered in scrawled maps, mission logs, images of the villa, the signals, Claire’s face—God, her face. Then, from the far corner, Henry’s voice broke through the static buzzing in my head. “We just lost her.” No one responded. Because we all felt it. Something had happened. “Pull up the satellite feed again,” I said hoarsely, moving closer. “Zoom in on the villa—west side. That’s where she was.” My voice barely worked, but somehow, Henry understood. His fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling the latest drone visual
The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 206: The Stillness After.
**************************POV:Claire ***************************** The sound of the gunshot still echoed in my ears. It wasn’t the kind that faded quickly. It hung in the air—thick, searing, final. Liam’s body hit the floor with a dull, heavy thud, folding awkwardly over itself like a marionette whose strings had just been cut. His eyes were still open. That… that was the worst part. His lips twitched, not into a smile or a grimace, but something in-between, like even in death, he wasn’t quite done speaking. But there would be no more words. No more whispers behind closed doors. No more cold hands around my wrists. No more lies. I stood frozen, back against the wall, breath lodged in my throat. Everything in me trembled—not from fear exactly, but from the release of something so long held in that I didn’t even know what it was anymore. A shadow moved beside me. Mack. He was already turning, gun still raised, eyes scanning the corners of the room like there might be more th
The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 205: Blood and Salt.
*****************************POV: Mack*************************** The air was thick with salt and tension. From our position along the cliffside, the villa was a cold silhouette against the black sea—its modern glass and concrete edges glowing faintly in the moonlight. It looked empty from here. Still. Quiet. But I knew better. Liam was in there. So was Claire. And this time, we weren’t guessing. I crouched low behind a ridge of jagged rock as Reeve’s voice crackled in my ear. “Signal confirmed. All comms are dark. You’ve got twenty minutes max before they switch to a backup grid.” “Copy that,” I said. “Team, move.” We split. Julian and I swept left toward the western balcony. Nora and Rowe covered the opposite flank. Our boots hit the gravel without a sound. Our breaths were tight and measured, like the sea crashing below—violent, restrained. Claire had changed the signal again. The shift in timing, the faint deviation in the frequency—it wasn’t random. It was brilliant. She’d
The CEO’s Temptation Chapter 204: The Dress and the signal.
******************************POV: Claire************************** --- The knock came soft at first. Then louder. Steadier. The kind of knock that wasn’t really a question—it was a declaration. I opened my eyes slowly, my body half-curled beneath the ivory quilt. For a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. The room was too still. Too quiet. Morning light spilled through gauzy curtains and settled across the polished floors like honey, warm and sticky, and too sweet. Then I heard his voice. “Claire.” Liam. “Time to wake up.” No. No, not yet. I sat up quickly, heart pounding, clutching the quilt tighter around me as if that could stop the reality from rushing in. The air smelled like roses—too many of them. Like something had died beneath the perfume. A dress was draped over the chaise at the foot of the bed. White. Floor-length. Tulle at the hem, pearls stitched into the bodice. I stared at it. He meant it. He was actually going to do it. “Claire,” he said a
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