บททั้งหมดของ Blind Deception: The CEO's Regret: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The villa was quiet in the dead of night, the usual hum of activity now replaced by an eerie stillness. Harley paced back and forth in her private study, the dim glow from the desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. Her hands were steady, her mind sharp, even as her heart pounded with anticipation. The information had arrived, confirming what she already suspected: Alaric was starting to show signs of waking up. It was time to act.Harley knew better than to trust anyone fully, especially when it came to the old Chinese doctor. Master Fu had been a thorn in her side for far too long, and while she wasn’t one to underestimate anyone, she couldn’t risk him standing in her way. The dark web had its uses, and Harley had called upon her connections. A few well-placed words and she had orchestrated a distraction that would buy her the time she needed.Master Fu had left the villa, having received urgent news about his closest friend being poisoned in his home country. He had rushed

Alaric's eyes fluttered open, the bright light from the ceiling blinding him for a moment. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze that had clouded his mind for so long. Slowly, his senses returned. His body felt like it had been stretched, his muscles aching in places he didn’t know existed. But what struck him the most was the sound. The soft voices he had been hearing in his sleep.They were so familiar, almost like echoes of his own past. Sweet, innocent laughter. His chest tightened at the sound, the rhythm of the voices stirring something deep within him. It wasn’t just one voice, there were three. Three small voices, each filled with joy, each a perfect melody that sent waves of warmth through his body.He blinked again, his focus sharpening. His gaze flickered to the figure standing near his bed. Harley. Her face was beaming, her smile wide and proud, as if she had been waiting for this moment for ages."Alaric, you’re awake," Harley said, her voice a soothing melody that

As he watched his grandson storm out, senior Royale could not help but think back to the first time he met the triplets. He did not need a paternity test to know that they were descendants of the Royale family. Flashback.....Senior Royale’s gaze lingered on the triplets. Allie’s bright giggles echoed in the room as she waved the design drafts triumphantly. “If we tell Grandpa, Mum will be in so much trouble!” Artie grinned, nudging his brother. “Blackmailing for ice cream? Genius.”The resemblance between the children and Alaric was undeniable. The boy’s stubborn jawline, the girl’s mischievous eyes, all mirrored the grandson son he hadn’t seen smile in years.“Children,” he called, stepping further into the room. His voice carried a commanding weight, firm yet tinged with curiosity. “Come here.” The triplets froze, exchanging glances. Artie frowned. “Who are you?”Senior Royale knelt to their level, his lips curving into a faint smile. “I’m your great grandfather,” he said softly,

Harley sat in her luxurious apartment, the glow of her computer screen casting an eerie light across her face. Her manicured fingers drummed impatiently on the desk as she waited for her contact to respond. The dark web was a dangerous place, but she had always prided herself on being one step ahead of everyone else. After all, it had been her careful planning that had led to Elona’s disappearance.The screen flickered, and a message appeared in the encrypted chat room. "Your target and her children have been extracted. My advice: do not contact me again. This is the last message you’ll receive."Harley’s heart dropped, a chill creeping up her spine. She re-read the message, her mind racing. Extracted? That wasn’t the plan. They were supposed to remain in captivity until she could determine her next move.She typed back hastily: "What do you mean extracted? Who took them?" The reply was instant. "Highly skilled operatives. We were outmatched. Do not reach out again, or you will regret

Harley sat in her mother Helena's elegant parlor, the room dimly lit by a soft golden chandelier. Her hands trembled as she held her tea cup, unable to meet her mother’s sharp gaze. Helena’s presence was always imposing, her beauty cold and commanding, a stark contrast to Harley’s own delicate features.“I don’t know what to do, Mother,” Harley whispered, her voice cracking. “I... I drugged Alaric that night, thinking it would bring us closer. But—” She paused, the memory choking her. “He fought the effects. Instead of... succumbing, he collapsed. The doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong, and he fell into a vegetative state.”Helena’s expression didn’t falter, but the slight narrowing of her eyes betrayed her anger. “You mean to tell me that your reckless desperation nearly killed him? Do you understand the consequences of what you’ve done?”Harley nodded, her tears spilling over. “Senior Royale brought in a Chinese doctor to save him after the hospital gave up. That doctor... i