All Chapters of CEO's Delicate Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The warehouse was eerily quiet, the calm before a storm. Julian stood at the front, his back turned to the group of mercenaries scattered behind him. Their faces were tense, their bodies poised and ready for action. The dim lights cast long shadows across the cold, concrete floor, only emphasizing the danger they all knew was coming.Erica paced near the far side of the room, her arms crossed, eyes sharp. She had donned a more tactical outfit, black jeans and a fitted leather jacket. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, revealing the sharpness in her eyes—a focus that hadn’t been there weeks before. The shift in her demeanor was noticeable to everyone, especially Julian.King sat at a nearby table, loading magazines with slow precision, the click of bullets sliding into place echoing through the space. The rest of Julian’s men, hardened and silent, made their final preparations, adjusting their firearms, knives, and tactical gear. They knew what was coming; it had been brewi

The ride back to Julian's estate was thick with silence, the adrenaline from the firefight ebbing away but leaving an emotional residue neither Erica nor Julian could fully process yet. Erica clutched the leather folder tightly in her lap, her mind on her father’s secrets, but her heart pulled in another direction. She kept replaying the moment Julian had thrown himself in front of her during the fight, his body shielding hers. The way he looked at her just before the bullets flew—there had been something more, something unspoken between them.Julian’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw set. Erica knew he was focused, calculating their next move. His expression was stoic as always, but beneath the surface, she could sense the tension building.As they pulled up to the estate, Julian parked the car but didn’t get out immediately. Instead, he turned to her, his dark eyes locking onto hers. There was a heaviness to his gaze, something between concern and intensity."Are y

The sprawling estate of Victor Laroche came into view as the private jet descended toward a small airstrip hidden amidst the rolling hills of the French countryside. The late afternoon sun bathed the landscape in golden light, making the vineyards and lush green fields appear peaceful, serene. But Erica knew better. Beneath the beauty, there was danger lurking.She glanced at Julian, who had shifted back into his usual focused demeanor, his face unreadable as he stared out the window. The brief moments of vulnerability they had shared on the plane were gone, replaced by the cold reality of the mission ahead."Once we land, my contact will take us directly to Laroche’s estate," Julian said as he fastened his seatbelt. "The man’s cautious, and for good reason. We won’t have much time to convince him before Ophelia’s people catch wind of us being here."Erica nodded, checking her phone for any updates. There was still radio silence from Amanda, who was back home keeping tabs on any movem

The tunnel stretched out before them, narrow and dark, the only sound their labored breathing and the faint echo of their footsteps against the damp stone floor. Erica’s heart was still racing from the battle they had barely escaped. She could feel the tension in her muscles, her body wound tight as if still expecting the next wave of attack.Julian led the way, his flashlight cutting through the oppressive darkness. His movements were silent, his posture rigid, ever vigilant. Every once in a while, he would glance back at her, his expression unreadable, but she knew he was just as on edge as she was.“How far does this tunnel go?” Erica whispered, her voice barely audible in the narrow space.Julian’s voice was low, calm. “It’ll take us about a mile out into the woods, far enough that we’ll be out of their immediate reach. But we still need to move fast.”Erica nodded, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. The weight of everything that had happened was pressing down on her—Ophelia’s

The atmosphere in the safehouse was tense. Julian paced the length of the room, his expression unreadable, while Erica stood by the window, her arms crossed over her chest. The dim light outside barely penetrated the heavy curtains, but the shadows seemed to creep into the room, adding to the weight of the moment.“Ophelia’s reach is farther than we thought,” Julian muttered, his voice low but sharp with frustration. “And now, whoever else is gunning for you, they aren’t just sending warnings. This is about ending things.”Erica didn’t respond immediately. She had heard the words, but her mind was elsewhere—circling around the chaos of the past few days. The attack in the forest, the gunfight, the message they had intercepted—it all pointed to something bigger than they had anticipated. The documents, her father’s legacy, the list of names. All of it was a part of a larger web, and she was caught right in the center of it.Julian stopped pacing and turned to face her, his eyes dark wi