Lahat ng Kabanata ng Blind Deception: The CEO's Regret: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

The days that followed were quiet but suffocating. The peacefulness of the Vortigen Grand Villa, which had once been a refuge, now felt more like a gilded cage. Aria's thoughts often wandered back to the time before her memories had been taken. Before she had learned the truth about her life, about Alaric, and about the world she had once belonged to. But those days seemed like a distant dream now.She focused on the present, on her children, and on the promise she had made to Kian. They would not let the past destroy what they had built. However, the threat of Alaric’s return still loomed over them like a dark cloud. The truth was out there, and it was only a matter of time before it reached him.Kian, ever the protector, was especially vigilant. He spent long hours studying the files and information Master Fu had gathered about Alaric’s movements, searching for any sign of weakness, anything that would give them an edge. He wasn’t about to let Aria slip through his fingers again. F

The prison wardens office swirled with a suffocating tension. The revelation hand a certain ominous feeling that was pressing down on everyone in the room. The forensic team stood frozen, the results on their screen a glaring contradiction to what had been believed for over a year.“This… this isn’t possible,” the warden stammered, his face turning ashen. His fingers trembled as he clutched the paper detailing the fingerprint results. Feeling the colad and fore doing aura emanating from the Royale grandfather and grandson, his knees nearly buckled. Alaric sat across from him, and his cold, calculating gaze drilling into the man like a sharpened blade. His posture was deceptively relaxed, but his aura was suffocating. Even the most hardened officers in the room dared not meet his eyes. “Explain,” Alaric said, his voice dangerously quiet.The forensic specialist cleared his throat, stepping forward. “Sir, according to our records, this woman”, he pointed to the prison cell's current oc

Alaric sat in his dimly lit study, the ticking of the antique clock grating on his already frayed nerves. His fingers drummed against the polished wood of his desk, his mind replaying a detail that had been gnawing at him for days.Elona was five months pregnant when she arrived in Country M with Kian. That was nine months ago. He clenched his jaw. With the right calculations, she must have given birth. So, where was the baby? Or… babies, since Elona had a history of giving birth to multiples? Since he now knew the truth, it was obvious that he was the father. A shiver ran down his spine when the possibility of Kian claiming them as his flickered in his mind. His breath turned shallow, his obsessive compulsive need for order clashing violently with the messy reality he had allowed to unfold. He was a man who thrived on control, everything in its rightful place, everything accounted for.But this? This was chaos. An unprecedented kind of chaos. The real Elona was out there, with anot

The night sky was a vast expanse of darkness, painted only with the occasional flicker of city lights, as Alaric stood in his private villa. A location known only to Jimmy and the real Elona. His plan had worked.He had one of his elite soldier based in Emerald Hill call him for a non-existent urgent meeting. He received that call in front of Maribel and she definitely called his bluff. Alaric had scowled in displeasure as he picked up the call. "You better be calling me for a good cause." Roy, had caught on fast and responded with an apologetic tone. "I'm sorry boss, but I wouldn't call you if we could resolve this alone. There's been a breach in our security system. I've already sent the helicopter to pick you up."For the best effect, Roy cut off the line before Alaric could respond. Alaric scoffed muttering to himself but loud enough for Maribel to hear. "The idiot sent a helicopter, do I lack those? Couldn't I just take another from here?""Darling, don't get too worked up. Just

Maribel stared at her reflection, horror curling in her stomach. It was getting worse.Her once flawless skin now had angry red blotches. The corners of her mouth were cracked and raw, and no amount of concealer could hide the peeling patches near her jawline.A week ago, she had been desperate but still calculating. Now? She could barely think straight.Her mind screamed one thing. Fix this. Immediately. She turned to Alaric, who sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with concern."I need a better doctor, Alaric," she whispered. "A specialist." Alaric nodded slowly, as if deep in thought. “I’ll have my assistant arrange it,” he said gently. Maribel grabbed his arm. “No! I have someone in mind. Someone I trust.”Alaric kept his face neutral. "Then I'll take you," he said softly. Maribel sagged in relief, too distracted by her own panic to notice the glint of cold calculation in his eyes. That was exactly what he wanted.While Maribel obsessed over her appearance, Alaric made his own