บททั้งหมดของ Blind Deception: The CEO's Regret: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Alaric sat on the edge of his bed in the dimly lit hotel room, his head buried in his hands. The echoes of Elona’s sharp words and decisive actions haunted him, replaying over and over like a relentless storm. He thought back to the quiet strength she had displayed when they first met, her determination to stand firm in the face of adversity. How did I fail to see the brilliance in her all this time?He glanced at his phone again, frustration brewing within him. Every failed attempt to reach her felt like a strike against his resolve, but also a reminder of how much she had endured because of him. Her intellect, her courage, her ability to protect their children while navigating danger, was nothing short of extraordinary.Maribel’s shadow loomed over his thoughts, and he clenched his fists. For years, he had let loyalty to an old comrade cloud his judgment. Elona had seen through the facade, and she had paid the price for his blindness.“I’ve been a fool,” he murmured to himself. Jim

The flight back to Country M was quiet. The children were sleeping soundly in their seats, while Alaric and Elona sat side by side. The tension between them still lingered, but something had shifted. There seemed to be an understanding forming between them, one small step at a time.The Royale Mansion awaited them, grand and imposing as ever. Senior Royale greeted them with open arms, his face lighting up as he saw his grandson leading Elona and their triplets into the grand entrance.“Alaric! My boy!” Senior Royale’s voice boomed through the halls, his joy palpable. His eyes landed on Elona, and though he knew of her past with his grandson, his admiration was evident. “It’s wonderful to see you all together. I’ve been dreaming of this day. We should hasten and contact the best wedding planner in the country.”Elona glanced at Alaric, startled by his grandfather’s enthusiasm. Her lips parted to speak, but before she could say a word, Alaric stepped in, his calm demeanor masking his ex

Alaric sat at his desk, staring at an untouched glass of whiskey. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, each thought circling back to the woman who had changed everything: Elona.She was upstairs, likely reading to the triplets before bed. Her voice, soft and soothing, was a balm to the chaos that had been his life since her return. Yet, the distance between them was undeniable.He leaned back in his chair, the weight of regret pressing heavily on his chest. Elona was here, under his roof, raising their children, but she wasn’t his. She wasn’t here for him.He thought back to the days when things had been simpler. Elona had confessed her feelings for him. It had been nine years of her loving him quietly. Alaric realized, and the truth hit him like a wave.She had stood before him, her cheeks flushed, her hands trembling. "I'll always remember you," she had said, her voice barely above a whisper. That night he had gone against the norm and picked up a young girl on the streets who s

Alaric's chest tightened as Elona rose from the bench and walked toward the blooming rose bushes. The moonlight illuminated her figure, and for a moment, he let himself hope that the walls between them could be rebuilt, if only he could prove himself worthy.“Do you still love me, Elona?” The words slipped out before he could stop them. Elona froze, her back still to him. The question hung heavy in the air, fragile and dangerous. Finally, she turned to face him, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions.“I don’t know, Alaric,” she said softly. “I loved you for years, and it brought me nothing but pain. I don’t know if I can go through that again.”Her honesty cut him deeper than any blade could. “I don’t deserve your love,” he admitted. “But I can’t stop wanting it. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you that I’ve changed, if that’s what it takes.”Elona regarded him for a long moment, her gaze piercing through his defenses. “Words, Alaric,” she said again, her voice firmer this t

Edward Callahan sat at his large, mahogany desk, scanning the photographs in front of him. As the CEO of the Callahan Group, he was always on the lookout for talented designers to collaborate with.But this particular search was personal. The fifth concubine of Country S's royal family had been known for her exquisite taste in jewelry. Edward had been trying to track down the designer behind those stunning pieces for years. His team had finally managed to obtain some photographs of the designer, but they were unremarkable. The woman in the pictures had a burnt scar on her cheek, and her features were not particularly striking. Yet, as Edward gazed at the photographs, he felt an inexplicable tug at his heartstrings.It was as if he was looking at a part of himself, a connection he couldn't quite explain. He shrugged it off as mere curiosity, but the feeling persisted. Edward's eyes drifted to the designs accompanying the photographs. The jewelry pieces were breathtaking, with intrica