All Chapters of The CEO’s Temptation : Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

******************************(Morgan’s POV)******************** The elevator doors slid open with a hollow chime, and I stepped into the hushed opulence of the hotel’s top floor. My shoes sank into the plush carpet, but every muscle in my body was wired tight. I didn’t come here tonight to admire the décor. Henry was already standing at the end of the corridor outside Claire’s suite, his broad frame leaning against the wall as though he’d been posted there all day. His expression was all steel—his version of calm—but I saw the tension in how his jaw worked when he looked at me. “She’s here?” I asked quietly. “She’s inside. Mack’s with her.” A thin exhale escaped me, and I nodded once. Claire had been through hell, dragged across borders, trapped in Liam’s world for weeks. Tonight was about keeping her safe, not fighting another battle. But the message Henry had gotten ten minutes ago changed everything. Eve was coming. Henry’s estranged wife. Mack’s stepmother. And, if the i

****************************Kevin's POV************************** The first thing that hit me when I walked through the sliding glass doors of the hospital wasn’t the smell—it was the quiet. Not the comfortable kind of quiet, but the heavy, sterile hush that seemed to press into your ears until your own breathing sounded too loud. I hadn’t slept in twenty hours. Neither had Mack's mother, though she hid it better than I did. She strode ahead of me, her heels sharp against the tiles, her bag slung over one shoulder, her composure intact like it always was—even after an international flight. She’d insisted on coming straight from the airport. No hotel, no shower. Not until she saw him. I followed her, still feeling the sting of the last message I’d gotten: Mack’s been shot. No details. No warning. Just that. And me, thousands of miles away, wrapped up in my job to guard his mother through her busy schedules , barely had time to check the internet or anything as such. Turns o

Hint: Born without a heart by Faouzia ********************************Morgan’s POV********************* The room was heavy with the soft hum of machines, yet lighter than it had been in weeks. I could feel the difference the moment I stepped through the door — the shift from fear to relief, from dread to something like gratitude. Mack was awake. The boy I’d known since he could barely reach my desk, the man who had carried more weight than any one soul should, was lying propped against pillows, alive. Claire sat at his side, her hand tucked into his as if the two of them had been born interlocked. Her eyes never left him, not even when the door opened. She didn’t need to look up — the relief in her posture said enough. She had been to hell and back, and now that he was awake, she wasn’t letting go again. Mack’s mother stood on the other side of the bed, one hand smoothing his hair as though he were still a boy. A softness in her eyes I hadn’t seen for years filled the space. For a

*********************************Rowe's pov********************** The hotel glowed like a jewel against the night. Agyis had only opened its doors a month ago, but already it hummed with a life that felt both foreign and comforting. Marble floors whispered under every footstep, chandeliers threw soft light over polished wood and velvet, and the whole place smelled faintly of cedar and something floral, like it had been designed to soothe a battlefield of souls. Mack was settled upstairs—stronger every day, surrounded by family, watched over like the crown jewel he was. Seeing him walking with his mother earlier had been enough to loosen the tight band that had wrapped around my chest for weeks. Mack had survived. He was healing. And that meant… the shadows I’d been carrying could finally lift. For the first time in months, I wasn’t moving for survival. I wasn’t bracing myself for the next disaster. Tonight, I was just Rowe. And maybe—finally—Liz could see me that way too. Sh

*********************************Laura's pov********************** I had never been fond of hotels, not even the finest ones with polished marble floors and chandeliers that glowed like captured stars. They always felt transient, temporary—where people passed through without leaving their roots behind. Yet Agyis Hotel, the crown jewel Mack had recently opened, carried something different. Perhaps it was because my son’s name now ran through its walls, or perhaps because it had become more than a business; it was a sanctuary. And in this season of turbulence, sanctuary was all I could hope for. Mack was here now. Alive. Breathing. Resting in one of the suites reserved for our family. That single truth should have been enough to let me breathe freely, but peace never lingered long in my chest. It never had—not since the day I buried my daughter. I watched from the balcony of my own suite, high above the city lights, where the glass windows of the hotel reflected fragments of night li