Semua Bab CEO's Hidden Marriage: Bab 421 - Bab 430

Adams’ Villa:-The sound of screeching cars echoed outside the porch as Viaan swiftly unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out from the driver's seat. Kiara followed suit, emerging from the passenger side. In the backseat, Leena sat alongside Samantha, while the other two couples occupied the second car, arriving closely behind. Viaan had personally taken the wheel to drive his mother home, emphasizing his commitment to ensuring Leena's safe return.“I’ll check the preparation,” Kiara told Viaan earning a nod from him. She walked ahead taking Leena’s medicine bag.Meanwhile, Viaan reached for the back door and helped his mother out of the car. “Careful, Maa.” said the man, holding tightly on Leena’s arms as she fumbled with her wobbly feet after the ride. Concern etched on Viaan’s countenance while he let her stabilize herself. “You okay? Can you walk? Should I carry you?” He asked, worrying she might not be able to walk after sitting for long.This was what James was worried about. H

“We will see!” The officer challenged Daniel once again with that same mocking smile. Daniel seethed in anger but knew better than to indulge in a verbal spat.Hunter observed them silently before walking out of the station. His mother and sister were waiting outside for him.“Hunter!” Jenny cried, rushing to her son. Natasha followed her suit while wiping off her tears. Natasha, too, couldn't hide her emotions. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she saw her brother fine. Looking at them, Hunter gestured to Daniel, who was just behind him, to go ahead. He clearly didn’t want a third person in their family moment. The man nodded before walking ahead to his car. Meanwhile, Hunter turned to his mother and sister already surrounding him.Looking at Hunter from head to toe, Jenny let herself believe that her child was back to her, safe in her embrace. It was so cruel of fate to make her suffer like this every time. Only she has to see her children suffer the worst every time. Her hearts ne

Writer's POV:-Life is many times unfair to the ones who always choose the fairest way to live their life. To the ones who focus only on their own growth instead of someone’s loss. But, they say the more honesty you possess the more tests come your way.Such was the case these days with Viaan. The man, who only wanted to achieve his goals in life without harming anyone, was facing defeat back to back these days. After every single win that he acquires with great effort, loss and defeat come his way unasked. The meeting was over long ago. And as expected the sensational news already spread like a jungle fire three hours ago. However, Neil made sure to announce the permanent blacklisting of all those names along with the news, it hardly did anything to cover the blow. The staff who were working late just because of this meeting were asked to go back. And they left too except Neil who despite Viaan’s order refused to go away. Meanwhile, Viaan remained seated in his office, surrounded b

City outskirt, a private farmhouse:-The night enveloped itself in a mysterious veil, illuminated by a dim, cloudy radiance. The air, colder than the preceding days, nipped at Hunter's skin as he emerged from the car. A subtle yet brisk breeze rustled through, prompting him to adjust his blazer with precision.Locking his car, he surveyed the serene surroundings, confirming the absence of any other souls in sight. Making sure he was the lone ranger in the vicinity, he strolled towards the entrance of the farmhouse. The sturdy boots resonated with a rhythmic clicking as Hunter ascended the wooden verandah, the aging planks protesting softly beneath his weight. With his mind on an alert, he once again looked around subtly and then knocked on the vintage-styled wooden door. A few seconds passed in patience. The man checked the time on his watch as he waited on the threshold. Soon a faint chapping sound perked up his ears, and he stood with the utmost attention on the ruffling sound of t

Writer’s POV:-“You’re sure there’s nothing more than this? I feel there’s something still stressing you out.” Leena caressed Viaan’s face, lovingly looking at him. His head rested in her lap and she was caressing his hair like the older times.But the silence on his face was not like the usual times. It was not a peaceful silence. It was tense. It was… defeated?At first, she thought it was tiredness. Perhaps the meeting didn’t go well. But, no. That was not the case, she realized. Her concerned eyes were stuck on the stressed lines spread over Viaan’s forehead. His always squared shoulders were slumped hopelessly. His weary eyes didn’t have that shine and fire in them, and his chapped lips barely curled into an honest smile since the time he stepped into the room.Viaan looked defeated instead of tired. And all the analysis broke the mother’s heart. No mother would want to see her child sitting defeated before her. Viaan, despite his eyes closed, knew what his mother was searching