All Chapters of Fated to the Cold and Ruthless CEO : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Alex woke up to the quiet weight of morning. The soft press of warmth beside him brought a calm he hadn’t felt in days. Eve was still asleep, her face lightly buried against his chest, one leg draped over his. Her breath rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and for a moment, he allowed himself to simply stay like that—his arm around her, his fingers brushing lazy lines along her spine. The night before still lingered in his mind. Not just the heat of it, but the way she held him—like she was anchoring all the broken parts back together. They didn’t talk much after, but they didn’t need to. The silence had been enough. He pressed a kiss to her hair before slowly shifting out of bed. She stirred a little but didn’t wake. He dressed quietly, shrugging on a shirt, then stepped out onto the terrace with his phone. The wind was mild, brushing against his face. He stopped at

The door flung open with a sharp thud against the wall. Luke barely had time to look up before Hailee stood there, flushed and fuming, her chest rising fast as she marched across the office. Her heels echoed sharply in the quiet, but her voice was louder. “How dare you,” Hailee snarled at Luke. She was seething with rage after watching the conference Alex gave yesterday—where Luke openly admitted to the media that he had been the one who slept with her at the banquet. She had flown back immediately to Summerville to confront him. She wouldn’t let this matter slide without venting her fury. Luke remained still amidst her flaring anger. And that infuriated her even more. “How dare you touch me that night? How dare you… ruin me? And then you go out there in front of the press and throw it around like it’s nothing? You’re such a jerk,

The past few weeks had been quiet. Eve still thought about what happened on the rooftop. Sometimes the memories came without warning—a flash of Camilla’s face, the sound of the wind, the way Alex held her afterward. But she didn’t talk about it much. She just carried it with her. She and Alex continued searching for her father. Every lead they found gave them a bit of hope, even if most of them led to nowhere. Still, they didn’t stop. It felt better to keep moving than to sit in the silence. Their past days were simple—sweet most of the time. They sometimes cooked together, read through files, took walks when the weather allowed. Nothing big. Just little things that made the days feel normal—even if nothing really was. Alex also gave her space when she needed it. He didn’t ask for more than she could give. He was just there, quietly supporting her. And that h

He looked at her quickly, the edge in his eyes softening. But she didn’t say anything. She kept her mouth tightly closed. Though she appeared composed, he knew she was breaking inside. He turned his sharp gaze to Hailee once more and warned her dangerously. “Even if it's mine, I will never recognize it. So you better come out from your schemes, Hailee, or else I will be the one to take that monster out from your body.” He dragged Eve back to the lift, but Margaret's cane made a loud clang on the floor as she struck it in anger. “She’s carrying your child. That makes her part of this family now. How can you just simply kill your own blood? No Harris abandons their children! You will acknowledge this child whether you like it or not,” Margaret snarled at Alex in a hard voice. Alex stopped in his tracks, turned slowly to his grandmother, and sneered coldly. “Rea

The room was wrapped in a soft, silvery hush. Only the occasional gust of wind brushing the curtains reminded him the world outside still moved. Alex stood rooted by the door. His gaze fixated on the bed where Eve was lying peacefully—to the shape of her small frame curled under the covers. She looked peaceful like this, too still, too quiet. But he knew it wasn’t peace. It was distance. A kind that couldn’t be measured by steps. He shut the door quietly behind him and walked closer, each step he made echoed louder in his chest than it did on the floor. His hands were clenched at his sides, and his jaw was tight, but his eyes…  His eyes betrayed him. They softened the moment he looked at her. She didn’t flinch nor stirred. Just breathed in that slow, heavy rhythm of someone pretending sleep came easily.