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211: No Escape

Autor: Meminger
last update Data de publicação: 2026-03-18 23:45:14

The hotel room was quiet in a way that felt almost unreal after everything that had happened that night. The chaos of the house, the flashing lights, the questions from the police, all of it seemed distant now, like something from a different world. Here, there was only soft lighting, clean sheets, and the faint sound of the city outside.

Irene was asleep on the bed.

She had fallen asleep quickly, exhaustion finally taking over her body. Her breathing was slow and even, her face relaxed in a wa
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  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    215: Shopping day

    Fiona POVThe morning light poured through the nursery windows in soft, buttery waves, catching on the mobiles above the cribs and turning the room into something almost magical. Colin and Edward were still asleep, tiny chests rising and falling in perfect rhythm, their little hands curled near their faces like they were dreaming of milk and warmth. I stood in the doorway for a long minute, just watching them, my heart doing that familiar squeeze it always did when they were quiet and safe. Maverick came up behind me, arms sliding around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder.“They’re perfect,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck.“They are,” I agreed, leaning back into him. “I could stand here all day.”His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, then smiled. “It’s Raina. She wants to know if you’re free this afternoon for some shopping. Says she needs a dress for a bachelorette party.”I laughed quietly. “Shopping? With two newborns? I

  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    214: Steady

    Fiona POVThe morning had slipped away in a gentle haze of feedings, diaper changes, and stolen moments of quiet wonder.By late afternoon the twins had settled into one of those rare, perfect naps where their breathing synchronized and their tiny fists stayed curled near their cheeks. Maverick and I stood in the nursery doorway for a long time, watching them sleep, our arms around each other’s waists. The house felt full in a way it never had before, not just with people but with possibility. The soft glow from the nightlight painted their faces in warm gold, and every small rise and fall of their chests felt like a miracle we were allowed to witness.Later, when the sun had dipped low and painted the kitchen in warm orange light, we decided to make dinner together. Nothing fancy. Just the two of us moving around the familiar space like we had done a hundred times before the twins arrived, only now every motion carried new meaning. Maverick pulled ingredients from the refrigerator

  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    213: Like Mommy and Daddy

    Fiona POVSunlight slipped through the half-open curtains in soft golden ribbons, painting warm stripes across the bed. I woke slowly, the way you do when your body knows it's safe and there's no rush to face the day. The first thing I felt was Maverick's lips brushing my cheek, light and deliberate, trailing across my temple, along my jaw, down to the corner of my mouth. Each kiss was gentle, unhurried, like he was savoring the simple fact that he could do this again, that I was here and letting him.I smiled before I even opened my eyes, reaching up to cup his face. My fingers found the familiar scratch of stubble, the warmth of his skin. "Morning," I murmured, voice still thick with sleep."Morning," he whispered back, pressing another kiss to my eyelid, then my nose, then my lips. "You looked too peaceful to wake up. But I couldn't help myself."I laughed softly, pulling him closer until our bodies aligned under the covers. His arm slid around my waist, hand splaying across the s

  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    212: Deep and Dangerous

    Third POVThe hotel suite felt like a private world suspended above the city. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering skyline, but the heavy drapes were drawn now, shutting out the lights and the noise until only the soft glow of bedside lamps remained. The room smelled faintly of Irene's jasmine perfume and the crisp linen of fresh sheets. Champagne flutes stood half-empty on the nightstand, bubbles still rising lazily in the golden liquid. The ring on Irene's finger caught the light every time she moved, a quiet sparkle that seemed to pulse with her heartbeat.Sebastian had barely closed the door behind them before Irene turned to him, her hands sliding up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. The proposal still hung between them like a promise made in moonlight, fragile and bright. She looked up at him with eyes that shone, wide and unguarded, the kind of look that made something inside him ache in the best way."I can't believe you did that," she whisp

  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    211: No Escape

    The hotel room was quiet in a way that felt almost unreal after everything that had happened that night. The chaos of the house, the flashing lights, the questions from the police, all of it seemed distant now, like something from a different world. Here, there was only soft lighting, clean sheets, and the faint sound of the city outside.Irene was asleep on the bed.She had fallen asleep quickly, exhaustion finally taking over her body. Her breathing was slow and even, her face relaxed in a way that showed how much she had needed rest. One of her hands rested loosely over the blanket, as if she had been holding onto something before sleep claimed her.Sebastian stood near the window, watching her for a moment.There was something peaceful about her like this. Something simple. It made everything else feel more complicated in comparison.He turned away.The calm of the room did not reach him. His mind was still active, sharp, calculating. Too many things had gone wrong. Too many loose

  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    210: Walking on the eggshells

    Third POVThe city lights streaked past the windows of Sebastian's black SUV as he guided the vehicle through the quieter streets leading back to his estate. The evening had been unexpectedly warm, the kind of late-summer night that made the air feel soft and forgiving. Irene sat in the passenger seat, one elbow resting on the door, her fingers absently tracing the seam of the leather upholstery. She had been quiet since they left Fiona's house, but it was a thoughtful silence rather than a heavy one. Sebastian kept his eyes on the road, one hand loose on the wheel, the other occasionally reaching over to brush against her knee in a small, reassuring touch.Finally she turned toward him, her voice gentle in the dim cabin. "So... what did you think of the visit? Seeing Fiona and the babies. Maverick. All of it."Sebastian took a slow breath, considering his words before he spoke. "It was good. Better than I expected." He glanced at her briefly, then back to the road. "Seeing her like

  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    11: What do you want to prove?

    Third-Person POVThe pool game unfolded like a duel in slow motion, each shot laced with more than just skill. Sebastian and Elijah circled the table, cues in hand, trading barbs that sounded casual but cut deep. “Nice try, Foster! Almost got it that time,” Sebastian would say with a smirk after E

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  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    16: Hurted

    Third-Person POV“So, what did you guys think of the song?” Elijah asked as soon as he sat back down at the table where we’d been drinking earlier. “You’re still asking, bro? It was awesome! You’ve got a real knack for this. Ever thought about recording a CD?” Raina asked in her usual bubbly way.

    last updateÚltima atualização : 2026-03-17

  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    13: The blow

    Fiona’s POVI remember that day like it was yesterday. I was stepping out of the library, the cool night air hitting my face, my earbuds still dangling around my neck. The sky was clear, stars twinkling like they knew something I didn’t. And then… Elijah.He was leaning against the wall, hands in h

    last updateÚltima atualização : 2026-03-17

  • The CEO's Unwanted Wife    8: Desired

    Fiona’s POV“Hey, pretty girl!” said Raina as she and Elijah met me in that square.I walked up to them, returning their warm smiles. “Hello, my loves,” I said, hugging them and feeling so happy to see them. The Foster siblings were like my pillars, people I could always count on through anything i

    last updateÚltima atualização : 2026-03-17
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