Todos los capítulos de Her Notorious CEO: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

At last, the moment arrived; I glanced down at the paper clutched in my hand. It was the divorce certificate on which I needed the signature of Daniel Bruno. I have money he demanded and now he can free me. As I breathed on, terror gripped me, making me want to shed the garment of life. Summoning all my courage, I stepped into his office, but the scene before me rooted me to the spot.He was sitting on his revolving chair, and Anna, his secretary was on his lap. Their faces were so close that my cheeks start turning red. Fighting back the urge to sob, I turned to left, but his words halted me.“You are late.” his deep voice resonated, causing me to draw a heavy breath to steel myself. I knew I had to be brave, had to put an end to this torment. With a cold face, I approached and placed the paper on the table before him."The need for this marriage has expired long ago; I feel it is not appropriate to drag it further." I looked in his eyes and calmly stated, though turmoil raged with

Today was his birthday. The house sparkled with lights, and she had poured her heart into every detail. The table was adorned with rose petals, and the centerpiece—a pineapple cake—awaited him. She sat anxiously, glancing at the clock. Just five minutes to midnight. Her heart raced with anticipation, hoping against hope that he would come. She wanted this night to mark the end of their pain and the start of something new. Her eyes darted to the door every few seconds, yearning for it to open. As the minutes slipped away, her prayers grew louder in her mind. “Where are you?” she whispered, the weight of each passing second crushing her spirit. At two minutes to midnight, desperation took over. She reached for her phone to call him. Before she could dial, the clock struck twelve, and her screen lit up with a notification. Daniel Bruno's name flashed across the breaking news banner. Her fingers trembled as she clicked. The headline hit her like a thunderbolt. *"Famous businessman D

asha had just stepped out of her bath when her skin began to flush with color. She retrieved her hairdryer from the bottom drawer of the dresser and placed it on the bed before picking up her phone. She had a peculiar habit of saving contacts under descriptive nicknames. Her half-sister's name was saved as "Greedy Woman." Seeing the name flash on the screen, Tasha felt a familiar bitterness rise in her throat. "Hello." She let the phone ring a few times before answering. "Are you ready?" her mother’s impatient voice crackled on the other end. "No. I’m just starting," Tasha replied, forcing herself to sound indifferent, though she felt utterly foolish. "Well, hurry up. I don’t want you making the *boy* wait." Her mother’s tone was sharp, laced with annoyance. "Boy? A forty-year-old father of three? Where exactly does 'boy' fit in, Mom?" Tasha couldn’t suppress a dry laugh. "You don’t judge a man by his age, only by his bank balance. Haven’t I taught you that by now? Be gr

Night had settled over the quiet room as Tasha sat alone, absorbed in a book. The faint click of the doorbell startled her, pulling her gaze toward the door. To her surprise, Daniel stood there, his expression unreadable, exuding his usual indifference.Without a word, he stepped in, casually undoing his cufflinks as if Tasha’s presence were insignificant. She sighed and returned her attention to her book, refusing to acknowledge him. As always, Daniel adhered to his ritual. Within moments, he disappeared into the bathroom for a shower. When he reemerged, a white towel wrapped around his waist, Tasha couldn’t help but glance at him. Her eyes traced the drops of water sliding down his chiseled torso, his well-defined six-pack glistening under the dim light. She caught her reflection in the mirror, her face betraying admiration before she could look away. “Enjoying the view?” His deep voice, tinged with amusement, cut through her reverie. Startled, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

Since the moment she arrived at the party, Tasha felt the weight of several eyes on her. Some gazes were admiring, but others, particularly those with sharp, judgmental undertones, carried a completely different energy. “Mrs. Daniel Bruno.” A soft but firm voice called out, snapping her out of her thoughts. The woman standing beside Anna was the one who spoke. She watched as Anna and the woman walked toward her. Daniel followed them closely, his presence like an undeniable shadow.“When did you arrive, Mrs. Daniel?” the woman asked in a tone laced with subtle sarcasm, her fake smile barely masking the mockery behind it.“Quite late,” Tasha replied, her own smile just as forced. “Oh, so you came alone?” The woman’s words were sweet, yet her tone carried an edge so sharp it could cut. The insinuation was clear: Tasha’s husband, Daniel, had attended the party with someone else. For any wife, this would have been deeply humiliating.“Don’t misunderstand, Miss Tasha. Daniel and I only bu