บททั้งหมดของ Blind Deception: The CEO's Regret: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Alaric Royale sat in his dimly lit study, a heavy glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. One year. It had been a full year since the accident that took his wife's memories, since Elona had supposedly changed.But something was wrong. He had tried everything. He had tried touching her. Tried sleeping with her. Tried desiring her. Yet every time he reached for his wife, the woman who bore his triplets, his body failed him. Impotent. The word tasted like ash in his mouth.He had never struggled in this aspect before. And yet, with Elona, it was as if a wall had risen inside him, an impenetrable barrier that rejected her very existence. Or rather… rejected her touch.At first, he thought it was just stress. The accident. The changes in her personality. The way she no longer smelled like home. Then came the truth, cold, harsh, and undeniable.Master Fu, the divine doctor, had examined him. "Your condition is a sequela of the poison you consumed over a year ago," Master Fu had said with a

The Vortigen Grand Villa was a masterpiece of elegance and history, its towering structure standing against the fading sunlight. As the convoy of sleek black cars pulled into the grand estate, the triplets, Arlyle, Artie, and Allie, bounced with excitement in the backseat, their six-year-old minds racing with anticipation."Do you think they’ll remember us?" Artie asked, his wide silver eyes filled with curiosity. "They’re babies, dummy," Allie scoffed, fixing her twin brother with a playful glare. "Of course they won’t remember us. But they will love us!"Arlyle, the eldest by minutes, smiled. "Mom said they look like us. Maybe they’ll recognize us in a way." The moment the doors swung open, the triplets bolted from the car, their little feet barely touching the ground as they rushed toward the grand entrance.Inside, the villa was warm and inviting, and in the center of the grand hall, nestled in a beautifully carved wooden cradle, were the tiny figures they had been dying to see. E

The letter had been sent. Alaric paced the grand study of the Royale estate, his jaw clenched, his fingers twitching with restless energy. His heart pounded in his chest, an unfamiliar sensation clawing at his insides.Anxiety. For the first time in his life, he was afraid. What if she didn’t come back? No. That wasn’t an option. Elona, or Aria as she was now known was his wife, the mother of his children. He had wronged her, yes, but fate had given him a second chance. She would come back. She had to.A knock echoed through the room, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Come in," he ordered. The door opened, and his assistant stepped inside, his face carefully blank."Mr Royale, " the assistant said hesitantly. "The response has arrived." Alaric stilled. His throat tightened. His heart drummed against his ribs as he held out his hand.The assistant hesitated before passing him the letter. "You should prepare yourself, Chairman Royale." Alaric didn’t like the sound of that. His fingers

Forty-Eight Hours Later......Alaric Royale sat behind his massive oak desk, his fingers rhythmically tapping against the polished surface. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, but his mind was anything but calm.Forty-eight hours had passed. A whole two days since he had Maribel’s blood drawn under the guise of a routine check-up. Any minute now, he knew he'd be drawing closer to the truth.A soft ding echoed in the quiet office and his phone screen lit up with a message from Dr. Hastings: "The results are ready. You’ll need to see this in person."Alaric’s grip on his phone tightened. He rose from his chair, grabbing his coat with a sharp motion before striding out. Jimmy, who had been standing nearby, immediately fell in step beside him. “Sir?” Jimmy inquired, softly.“We’re going to Hastings’ clinic.” Alaric's response was clipped. Jimmy felt the suppressed rage and shuddered inwardly. Jimmy needed no further explanation. His sharp gaze darkened as he nodded. “Understood.”Dr. H

The ominous, foreboding feeling that lingered over Vortigen Grand Villa had settled into a tense silence. Master Fu paced slowly in the study, deep in thought, while Kian and Aria sat with the triplets, who were now playfully rolling around on the rug. Their laughter seemed like a distant melody, a stark contrast to the storm brewing on the horizon.Aria absentmindedly played with Allie’s hair, the feel of her daughter’s soft curls grounding her, anchoring her to the present, to the family she had found in Kian and these beautiful children. She had made her decision. The past, with all its pain and lies, was behind her.But even as she tried to savor this peace, her thoughts kept drifting to the woman who had taken her place in Alaric’s life. The imposter.A gnawing unease began to grow inside her, the certainty of what had been done to her, what had been done to the triplets. It was a heavy feeling, one she couldn’t shake. Kian noticed her growing quiet and placed his hand gently on