Lahat ng Kabanata ng The CEO's Bodyguard: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Samantha’s POVBack in the quiet of Ryan’s house, I sat at the desk with my laptop open and files spread around me like pieces of a puzzle I was determined to solve.The attack earlier had been clean, almost too clean and too precise. Whoever had tried to hit Ryan knew exactly when and where to act. And then there was the trace…the Leigh crest. A breadcrumb, or worse, a trap.I zoomed in on the CCTV frame again, studying every detail: the fold of the handkerchief, the way it brushed the glass, the subtle curve of the crest. Every symbol meant something, and every detail could lead somewhere.David’s reports came in one after the other, notifications pinging as I opened each file. He had traced shell companies, donations, and past investments linked to the Leigh name. Dates, transfers, locations, each entry fell too neatly into place, forming a pattern that felt deliberate.I frowned slightly.This wasn’t just Adrian. It couldn’t be.My instincts pressed hard against the conclusion sta

Adrian’s POV“Thank you, Mr Leigh.” The client I had a meeting with said and forwarded his hand for a shake. I met it halfway with a slight smile.“We look forward to doing business with you.”The man nodded, satisfied with the outcome of the meeting. He turned, his team following closely behind as they prepared to leave.Alex held the door open for them, stepping aside before falling in behind me. I walked with them toward the elevator, my pace unhurried, my thoughts already shifting to the next thing waiting on my desk.“Have an amazing day, Mr Leigh,” the man added as they stepped into the elevator.I gave a brief nod and watched as the doors slid shut.The moment they closed, I turned toward my office. Alex followed.My hands slipped into my pockets as I walked down the corridor, my expression calm, my mind already organizing the rest of the day.Then I stopped.Someone was seated at my secretary’s desk.“You’ve gotten someone?” I asked.“Yes, sir,” Alex replied.I gave a small no

Samantha’s POVMy conversation with Adrian was easier than I expected, and I guess that was for a good cause. His warning stayed with me though, lingering in the quiet spaces of my thoughts long after I left his office, the weight of it settling in a way I could not quite ignore.He knew me too well and just had to let out that caution, slipping it into the conversation like something casual, yet it held more meaning than he allowed it show. A small smile tugged at my lips in subtle appreciation of his care, the kind that came uninvited but stayed anyway.It was obvious in our interaction that he still cared a great deal about me, as much as he tried to hide it, and I could see it in the pauses, in the way his voice softened without permission. And, for that I was grateful to know he still looked out for me, regardless of how I ended things.I let out a small sigh as I dropped my phone on the couch and headed for the kitchen, the quiet of the house settling around me as I moved. I wan

Samantha’s POVI slipped back into the kitchen quietly, letting the sounds in the house wash over me; the faint clink of utensils, Olivia’s laughter, Ryan’s soft chuckles. The warmth of the space was contrasting, and in fact, very sharply, with the cold thread of unease threading through my thoughts. Every movement, every glance, reminded me that someone was orchestrating something, watching, waiting.Olivia, oblivious to the tension I carried, ran across the room, trailing her small fingers along the edge of the counter, giggling at some imaginary drama only she understood. Ryan bent slightly, catching her by the waist, his laughter soft and low.I paused, watching the way his eyes softened when they met hers, the gentle tilt of his head, the slight curve of his lips that seemed reserved for her alone. It was disarming. Even the light in his eyes, the kind reserved for moments untouched by duty or threat, carried a weight that made my chest tighten.“You almost toppled the whole stac

Ryan’s POVMonday came faster than I would have liked. The house felt different when I left that morning. It was quiet. The weekend was one to remember and its echoes still lingered, but they didn’t quite fill the space the same way.I pushed the thought aside as I stepped into the office, the familiar rhythm of work settling in almost immediately.“Good morning, sir.”Philip fell into step beside me as I walked in, already holding a tablet in hand.“Morning,” I replied, shrugging off my jacket as we moved toward my office.“Olivia sure had a great time at your place.” Philip noted. “Thank you.”“I’m sure she did.” I smiled. “What’s on the schedule?”“You have a meeting in thirty minutes with the logistics team, followed by a review session with finance. There’s also…”“Push the finance meeting,” I interrupted. “I’ll handle it later.”Philip nodded without hesitation. “Noted.”We stepped into the office, and I moved straight to my desk, scanning through the documents already laid out.