บททั้งหมดของ The CEO'S SECRET BRIDE : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I sat on the bed for a long time after Carson left. I didn’t know what to think because everything felt strange.Starting from the way he talked, the way he looked at me and the way he avoided questions.It was like he was trying to be nice but something about it didn’t feel real."I don’t understand this man," I muttered to myself.While still thinking, my stomach made a little sound which made me realize I hadn’t eaten anything all day. I stood up and walked to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and saw a plate of food wrapped neatly. There was a sticky note on it.Eat this. It's best to relieve you from the stress and I don't want you falling sick……………..Husband Carson”I stared at it for a while. I didn’t know whether to smile or frown. "Is he being caring or is he just pretending?" I asked out loud.I sat on the couch and began to eat slowly although I didn’t really like the food but I just had to take it. As I chewed, I heard footsteps getting closer, so I looked up. It was Carso

I stayed on the bed for a while, just staring at the ceiling. My phone was beside me, but I didn’t feel like picking it up, the silence in the house was the kind that made your chest feel heavy like something was about to happen, which I can't really figure out. I remained positive hoping for the day to go smoothly with no drama.Around 6 PM, I heard the front door open, it was Carson, he just came back.I sat up quickly, my heart doing that stupid fast-beating thing again. I didn’t even know why I was nervous, maybe it's because I still didn’t understand him. Or maybe because he was the only one who had the power to make my world spin without doing much.I walked slowly to the table where he was already sitting. The food was there, everything was nicely arranged. He didn’t look at me or say anything. I pulled out the chair across from him and sat down quietly. For a few seconds, I just sat there, not touching anything. I looked at him, focusing on his food like I wasn’t even there.I

The sun came up slowly that morning. I sat by the window, holding a cup of tea I didn’t drink. The house was quiet again. Carson was still asleep, I guessed.I touched the necklace on my neck. It felt cold.My phone rang. I looked at the screen. It was the hospital. My heart jumped."Hello?" I said."Miss Drake?" a voice replied."Yes," I said, standing up slowly."This is from Saint Grace Hospital. It’s about your mother," the nurse said."Is she okay?" I asked."She’s stable now. But something came up," she said."What is it?" I asked again."Her bills... they were fully paid last night," the nurse said.I blinked. "Paid?"I asked unsure."Yes. Everything, both the surgery and the medication, even the special care fee," she said."Who paid?" I asked quickly."We were told not to say," she said."But you know?" I asked."Yes, but we were told to keep it private," she said."Can I come see her?" I asked."Of course. She’s awake now," the nurse said."I’ll be there soon," I said.I ende

It was past midnight when my phone buzzed.I rubbed my eyes, half expecting another message from Carson, maybe checking in. But it wasn’t from him, It was from an unknown number. No name. Just a single sentence:“Meet me where it all began.” I stared at it, my heart thudding.“ What did that even mean? Where did it all begin…?” I asked myself.And then it hit me that it might mean my childhood home, the estate that I grew up in. What used to be ours before it was seized and locked away like the rest of my past. That was where everything began, where the night of the gala had ended, where my father returned furious and broken.I slipped out of bed and got dressed in silence. I didn’t tell Carson,I wasn’t sure if I should tell him about it.The city was quiet as I rode in a cab through the night. When we arrived, the place looked as forgotten as I remembered. Dusty gates, overgrown garden. Faded memories.I stepped out and walked to the porch.And then I heard a sound more like a movem

It was the next day, but the tension from the night before was still in the air. I couldn’t stop thinking about the video of Victoria, Greg, and Fred planning everything, talking about my father like he was just a problem they needed to erase.I was in the kitchen, making tea with my hands still shaking a little.Carson walked in. He didn’t say anything at first, he just watched me for a few seconds.“You didn’t sleep again?” he asked.I shook my head. “I tried, but I kept hearing their voices,” I said. “It’s like they’re still in my head,”I added.He walked to me and took the cup from my hand. “Sit down,” he said.I sat at the table and looked at him.“What now?” I asked.“We go deeper,” he said. “We dig until we find something that can destroy them,”He added.“We already have the video,” I said.He shook his head. “The video is powerful, but it’s not enough. People like Greg and Victoria—they can find a way to spin it so we need more. We need something that ties it all together,”He