All Chapters of ABANDONED BY MY EX, ACCEPTED HIS BOSS'S PROPOSAL : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 102 – No More LeadsThe morning was thick with a gloomy haze as Clara stepped into the hospital lobby. The sun filtered in through the wide windows but did little to warm the chill that clung to her skin. She clutched two coffee cups—one for herself, and one for Alex—and headed toward the elevator. Her body moved on autopilot, but her mind was elsewhere.Maddox.His name echoed in her thoughts like a drumbeat. It had been days since the failed attack. Days since he vanished into the shadows, like a ghost that refused to be caught. There had been hope—a spark that the police and private investigators would bring news. That he’d slip up. That someone would spot him. But every day ended the same. With silence.When Clara stepped into Alex’s room, she found him half-sitting up, a book in his lap—one of the crime thrillers she’d picked up from the hospital gift shop. His eyes lit up when he saw her.“Coffee,” she said, holding out the cup.“Are you trying to seduce me?” Alex asked,

Chapter 104 – Family BusinessAlex’s morning began with the shrill buzz of his phone vibrating against the glass coffee table. It was barely 9 a.m. and the penthouse was bathed in gentle morning light. Clara was still asleep in the bedroom, curled beneath the white linen duvet, her hair spilling across the pillow like ink in water.Alex reached for the phone with a wince—his ribs still tender—and squinted at the caller ID.Richard Banks.He hesitated before answering. His father rarely called unless there was a crisis… or an ultimatum.“Dad,” Alex said flatly, rising slowly from the couch where he’d dozed off halfway through reading.“Alex. I need you at the office. Now,” Richard said, voice sharp and clipped as ever. “We have a situation. Bring your damn spine with you.”Click.The call ended just like that.Alex let the phone fall to his lap and exhaled a breath laced with irritation. He hadn’t been back at Banks International since the attack. Since the hospital. Since his world ha

Chapter 106 – Truth’s HuntClara sat in the sunlit corner of the penthouse living room, her fingers tapping restlessly against the side of her coffee mug. The screen of her laptop glowed softly in front of her, a half-filled inquiry form to a private investigation firm frozen in time. She hadn’t hit “submit” yet. The cursor blinked back at her like a dare.It was nearly noon, but her thoughts had been a tangled web since the message.The past wasn’t supposed to come for her—not after she’d built something so steady, so real with Alex. She had buried her origins years ago, locked away the ache of never knowing her mother’s face or her father’s name. But now… it was as if some unseen hand had yanked the lid off everything.She exhaled sharply and hit “send.”The form disappeared. A confirmation message replaced it: Your request has been received. We will reach out within 24 hours.Clara stared at the screen for a long beat before shutting the laptop. Her chest felt tight, like she’d ope

Chapter 108 – Fractured CalmThe wind howled against the glass of the penthouse windows, but inside, time had frozen.Clara sat on the floor of the master bedroom, pressed tightly into the corner between the wall and the nightstand. Her fingers were white-knuckled around the kitchen knife she’d never let go of. Her hair was disheveled, eyes red-rimmed and glassy. Her breath came in sharp, irregular bursts.She was shivering. Not from cold—but from shock.Everything—the crash of the intruder breaking the frame, the glint of his knife, the suffocating weight of his body as he lunged for her—looped through her mind like a horror reel.Then she heard it—Alex’s voice.“Clara!”The front door slammed open, and footsteps thundered through the hallway.When he saw her, Alex stopped short.The sight of her—curled into herself, a crimson smear on her temple, tears tracking down her cheeks—stole the breath from his lungs.“Oh my god.”He rushed to her, crouching low. “Clara, baby, I’m here. It’s

Chapter 110 – The Dig BeginsThe sun had barely risen when Clara sat hunched at the marble island in the penthouse kitchen, a mess of files, coffee-stained papers, and adoption documents sprawled in front of her. Her hair was pulled into a loose bun, eyes swollen from lack of sleep but sharp with resolve.Alex leaned against the fridge, shirt untucked, arms crossed. He’d watched her pace for most of the night—read the same paragraphs five times over, circle names that led nowhere, and stare long at a single photograph of her birth mother until the edges frayed under her fingers.He finally stepped forward and gently placed a steaming mug beside her elbow. “You need to eat.”Clara didn’t glance up. “Food feels like a luxury right now.”Alex crouched beside her. “Clara. You nearly died two nights ago. You’re working on fumes.”She looked at him then—really looked. His face was drawn with worry, but his presence was her anchor. “I can’t stop. If I stop, it feels like I’m letting them win