Semua Bab Forced Marriage With Heartless CEO: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Dane emerged from the steam-filled bathroom like a phantom from the shadows. He found himself alone. His mother’s absence nagged at him. He poured a glass of red wine and headed to the balcony, seeking comfort in the face of inner demons.The wind tousled his wet hair, carrying the first hints of dawn. The sky was tinted in mauve and indigo, clouds like canvas brushstrokes. It was a precious moment suspended between day and night, when dreams still had the upper hand over reality. The world felt like a battlefield of opposing ideas as he stood there.Rage and resentment clawed at Dane's soul, a savage force that threatened to consume him whole. Every second only fed the fire of revenge and stoked a hatred that pulsed stronger with each beat of his heart. Impatience gnawed at his core like a ravenous beast.The morning would bring him the release he craved, the reckoning that would hold everyone to account. His mother, most of all, loomed over his life like a cloud of treachery and dec

Silence filled the room as Governor Wovers looked the young man up and down. Dane was a rambunctious and rash individual who would do anything to achieve his goal, even if it meant wetting his hands with blood. The conviction in his eyes sent a shiver down the older man's spine.For Dane, the ends always justified the means. The older man finally reached forward, taking the bag without any reservation or expectancy in his mind, and slowly opened it. He was aware that it was going to be a very personal matter between them, a matter of life and death. Inside the bag were some files and a few CDs. Dane gestured to the computer for the man to turn on the screen and check the content.Governor Wovers gave him a long, pointed stare. He could tell the devils’ sprout was up to no good when he came storming into his office like this.With a groan, the man inserted one of the CDs into the computer's DVD player as instructed. Governor Wovers let out a gasp when the PC turned on and the flickerin

Lincoln understood that Scarlet's hate wasn’t for him but toward her traumatic past. So, he persisted in reaching out to embrace her despite her resistance."Scarlet! Look at me! It’s me, Lincoln, your husband and best friend," he pleaded with a gentle urgency.Those words managed to cut through Scarlet's confusion like a lifeline, his soft voice reaching deep within her wounded heart.Slowly but surely, the hallucinations faded away, allowing her to regain clarity and focus on his familiar face once more.Regret washed over her as she realized the extent of her actions.She threw herself into Lincoln's waiting arms and buried her face in the crook of his neck, crying. "I didn't mean you, Lincoln. Please forgive me,"He offered her a soothing pat on the back while his other hand tenderly caressed her hair until her sobs subsided."Shhh! Don't say anything. It's okay,"Scarlet wrapped her arms around his waist, seeking security from him. She felt her heart gradually regaining its rhyth

Moments later, Lincoln opened the door, and Michael immediately noticed the man's disheveled appearance. His hair was mussed, his shirt wrinkled and partially untucked, and there was something in his expression that spoke of recent intimate activity.The sight made Michael simultaneously annoyed and relieved; annoyed at the obvious interruption he was causing, but relieved that his sister seemed to be finding happiness in her marriage despite the circumstances that had brought it about."Michael, hey. Come in, please." Lincoln stepped aside to allow him entry, running a self-conscious hand through his messy hair.Michael examined the man from head to toe as he entered the foyer, taking note of every detail. There was no mistaking what Lincoln had been doing with his sister; it was painfully obvious from his appearance and demeanor.Red marks were visible on Lincoln's neck, clear evidence of Scarlet's affection, and his slightly breathless state suggested their afternoon had been quit

The airport was busy despite the late hour, with travelers hurrying through the terminals and the usual chaos of departure and arrival schedules. Dane moved through the crowds with purpose, his team flanking him in a formation that suggested official business rather than private enterprise.He approached the main ticket counter with the confidence of someone accustomed to having his demands met without question. The young woman behind the counter looked up as he approached, her professional smile faltering slightly when she saw the serious expressions of the men accompanying him."I need immediate passage on the midnight flight to France," he stated, carrying the authority of someone who expected compliance.The clerk looked confused and began typing rapidly on her computer terminal. "Sir, let me check our departure schedule for tonight." Her fingers moved across the keyboard as she searched through the available flights."I'm being showed several international departures, but I don't