All Chapters of Fated to the Cold and Ruthless CEO : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The sharp ring of Alex’s cellphone shattered the silence of his office. He had been reviewing documents, his focus unwavering—until the insistent vibration accompanied the unknown international number flashing on the screen. His brows furrowed. Overseas? Who would be calling him directly?Pressing the answer button, he brought the phone to his ear."Mr. Harris."The voice on the other end was familiar—Roman, Samuel Croft’s trusted assistant. But something was off. There was an urgency in his tone, strained and unsteady, sending a ripple of unease through Alex’s chest."What's the matter?" Alex asked, his grip on the phone tightening.Roman exhaled sharply. "It’s about Mr. Croft… There’s been an accident. His private jet went down over the ocean while en route to Cameron City."A cold weight settled in Alex’s stomach. "When?""A few hours ago. We lost contact mid-flight. Aviation authorities confirmed the jet crashed into the sea. Search and rescue teams have been deployed, but… no sig

Cameron City...The cemetery was shrouded in an overcast gloom, as though the heavens themselves mourned the passing of Samuel Croft. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the hushed whispers of the gathered mourners.Ellie stood at the forefront, her veil barely concealing the exhaustion lining her delicate features. She had arranged everything, ensuring that Samuel was given the dignified burial he deserved—even though no body was laid to rest. The weight of grief pressed upon her, making every breath feel heavier.Beside her stood Perry, his small hand tightly gripping Eve's. He hadn’t said much since the news, but his silence was even more heartbreaking. Having grown up without a father, he had never truly anticipated fatherly affection. But deep down, he had wished—wished for the day he would finally meet his father. And when that day came, fate had been cruel. He had been given a father, only to have him taken away far too soon.Eve stood quietly, her face

"To my beloved family, if you are reading this, then I am no longer with you. Though my time was cut short, I have done everything in my power to secure your future."Eve clenched her jaw, blinking rapidly to keep her emotions in check."Ellie, you have always been the woman I admired the most. Despite the years of separation, I never stopped loving you or believing that you were meant to stand beside me—as the brilliant woman who was once my equal in business. The Croft name needs you now more than ever. That is why I leave you seventy percent of all my company shares, including the estates and properties I owned. The company is yours to lead, should you choose to."A heavy silence settled over the room.Ellie’s face paled, her lips parting in shock. Seventy percent?Her fingers curled into tight fists on her lap. She had sworn off the corporate world years ago, vowing never to step foot into it again. Yet, Samuel had left her no choice.Perry looked up at his mother with wide eyes.

At Cameron City’s airport...Alex stood beside Eve, his travel coat draped loosely over one arm while the other never let go of her hand. His private jet waited on the runway, engines humming low in the distance—ready to take him back to Summerville.But he wasn’t ready. Not for this parting. Not when everything still felt so fragile.“I hate this,” Alex murmured, his voice low as his intense gaze bore into hers. “I don’t want to leave. Not when things are like this.”Eve gave a faint, pained smile. “I know.”“Maybe I should reschedule my flight,” he said, almost to himself. “This project can wait—”“No, Alex,” she interrupted gently, reaching up to smooth the collar of his shirt. “You’ve worked so hard. You can’t drop everything because of me.”His jaw clenched. “But I want to.”She didn’t answer that.He exhaled heavily, then pulled her into his arms—tight, protective, reluctant to let go. His warmth surrounded her, and for a moment, she wished time would pause. Just for a little lo

The elevator doors slid open, and Eve stepped out into the underground parking lot. The echo of her heels followed her as she walked, the board meeting still weighing on her mind. She spotted Perry near the car, speaking to an unfamiliar older man in a butler’s uniform—clearly the housekeeper sent to fetch them.So it was true.Their grandfather—the old patriarch, Charles Croft—wanted to see them. For the first time.Her pace slowed.They had no idea what to expect. No stories, no memories. Only silence and distance their whole lives. Now, out of nowhere, an invitation… or maybe a summons.Her phone buzzed in her hand.It was a message from Alex:“I’m home. I wish you were here with me.”Her steps faltered for half a second.Home.She stared at the screen, her heart twisting. That single line carried warmth and weight. And guilt, too. She could almost see him there—waiting in their quiet sanctuary.She took a deep breath, her fingers sliding toward the keyboard to reply—but another me