Todos os capítulos de The CEO’s Temptation : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

*********************Etian’s POV****************************I felt something was off while I was at home, on my laptop going through the evidence and the records we have. Aliana came to my mind. I took my car keys and rushed out of my apartment.Liam's motive is beyond what I imagune______I knew something was off the second I stepped into the precinct.The place felt… still. Not in the usual early-morning, coffee-brewing kind of way—but in a tense, breath-held kind of way. Whispers cut off when I walked by. Officers avoided my eyes. A couple of detectives I’d known for years barely nodded in my direction.That’s when I knew.Something had shifted. And it had my name written all over it.I didn’t say anything until I reached the visiting hall. The blinds were partially drawn, and the door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open slowly, scanning for any signs that someone had been here overnight.Nothing out of place.Until I turned to the officer in charge. He didn't say anything, h

************************* Liam’s POV***********************There's this special kind of silence that comes with being above it all.From the top floor of my penthouse, the city looked like ants and light. So many lives, moving in their perfect, mindless little loops.And I controlled more of them that they realized.But, everything was not going according to plan anymore.And that was gnawing at me.First Etian somehow got out of the way before the disciplinary board could dig deeper. Then that slippery little analyst, Wynn, stopped answering calls. And Claire—sweet, calculating Claire—was starting to get dangerously brave.I sat in the leather chair of my glass study, swirling the dark amber whiskey in my glass, watching the skyline blink.Claire's been at the precinct.She'd talked to Wynn.The walls were closing in faster than I anticipated.A sharp knock at the door drew back my attention."Come in! " I called.The door opened, and my assistant stepped in, Mara. She had an envel

**********************Aliana's POV**************************The cold iron-called cuffs around my wrists chafed worth every step I took. Each click of my heels on the polished courtroom floor echoed like a death toll in my ears. I stood straighter, trying to ignore the dozens of eyes that pierced into me from every direction __ journalists, officers, former friends....and Liam, seated with his legal team near the front, wearing that same smug, untouchable expression.Claire was seated with Mack on the other row, their hands entangled. She looked poised and composed. Mack's sharp eyes were on me, not spiteful not sympathy but something I couldn't pinpoint.I couldn't dare to look Claire directly in the eyes. Not yet.The room felt like a furnace, though the air conditioning hummed above. My mouth was dry, my palms damp with sweat. But I kept my chin lifted as the bailiff guided me to the defendant's seat. The wooden chair creaked as I sat down. My lawyer, a lean, older man, with silve

*********************(Etian’s POV)************************The chaos that took place in the courthouse still echoes in my head, a muddled cacophony of shouting, slamming gavels, and the high-pitched voice of Aliana’s lawyer trying to outshout the bedlam. But what clung to me was Claire—her face frozen, pale, lips slightly parted as she clutched the burner phone.She hadn’t told me what the voice on the other end had said. Not yet.Now we sat in the back of a sleek black SUV, Daniel at the wheel, driving us out of the city and toward the private estate Mack insisted was the safest place for the time being. Claire hadn’t spoken much since the courthouse adjourned. Her fingers clutched her coarmourke armour, her eyes flitting constantly to the phone in her lap.“You gonna tell me what they said?” I asked gently, the tension coiling under my skin.She didn’t look at me. “They said I’m next.”My heart stalled for a beat. “What do you mean?”“They said I’m next if I keep digging into this.

*************************(Etian’s POV)************************The coffee had long gone cold, but I hadn’t noticed. I stood at the window of Rowe’s safehouse, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, my eyes locked on the city below like I could spot danger creeping through the streets. Ever since Claire’s message came through—"He called me. Threatened me."—my instincts had been on edge, sharpened to a knife’s point.Rowe entered with a laptop under his arm, setting it down on the table beside a half-eaten bagel.“She’s safe for now,” he said, sliding into the chair. “Our guy from the precinct has her shadowed. Liam hasn’t made another move.”I didn’t relax. “That doesn’t mean he won’t,” I said.“He’s bold,” Rowe agreed. “But he’s also careful. He’s not going to kill her unless he has no choice. Not until he figures out how much she knows.” I turned from the window to face him.“She knows enough. That photo, the club meeting, Aliana’s statement—it’s starting to form a picture. But it’