All Chapters of Fated to the Cold and Ruthless CEO : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Alex didn't wait for the paternity test result in the hospital. He went straight to the safe house, where the doctor who performed the illegal IVF was being held together with Garry. The man had already confessed during John and Daniel's interrogation, admitting everything—including that Victor’s company was involved in illegal businesses. Alex had personally captured the doctor overnight after his men discovered that The Broker was slowly clawing his way into Summerville. They found a newly built facility on the outskirts of the southern district, raided it, and successfully took the scientist doctor into custody.According to Daniel's latest intel, the Blackthorn Syndicate was developing a new drug, though it hadn't been confirmed what kind of drug it was. But now that Alex had this doctor in his hands, the man had to pay for what he had done.The torture room was dimly lit. Alex stood by the metal table, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His shirt, once neatly ironed, was now wrink

The atmosphere in the waiting lounge felt heavier than ever—shrouded with worry and unspoken regrets. No one sat comfortably—only restlessly. The overhead lights buzzed faintly, matching the dull throb in everyone’s chest.Alex stood stiffly a few steps away from the ICU's door, arms crossed tightly as he stared into nothing. Edward paced slowly, his expression pinched with concern and frustration. Eve and Kelly sat close together on the corner bench, quiet and tense. Just down the corridor, the ICU doors loomed like a wall between life and the unknown.Hailee was the only one allowed in, since she insisted on it. She sat by Margaret’s bedside, her head bowed as she sobbed quietly—though anyone paying close enough attention could tell it was a performance sharpened by anxiety. Her hands clung to the old woman’s frail ones, but her eyes kept flicking toward the monitors—worried that the old lady wouldn't wake up anymore.Because if Margaret never woke up… no one could truly protect her

Everette sat quietly near the edge of the bed, her fingers loosely tangled in the blanket draped over her lap. She hadn’t moved much. Alex had put her here and ordered the doctor to treat the scratches on her skin she got from Hailee before he went out to deal with some things. The events from earlier still weighed heavily on her chest. Hailee’s scream—and the way she collapsed, clutching her stomach. The pooling blood.God…She squeezed her eyes shut for a second—trying to sort her mind. She didn’t mean for it to happen like that. She was angry—yes. But she didn’t intend to push Hailee and accidentally kill her baby… not like that. She couldn’t even finish the thought. Her mind kept circling the same loop, again and again. That feeling of her hand shoving back too hard and sudden. And now Hailee was in another room, recovering from a miscarriage.Because of her.Kelly sat beside her, quiet but present, like a steady hand on a shaking boat. Alex specifically instructed her to never le

Everette shifted her body, only to find it aching in all places. She felt like she had been crushed by a truck.For a second, she thought she was dreaming—just floating somewhere weightless, where nothing hurt and nothing was real. But the moment she tried to move, flashbacks of her and Hailee's intense fight washed over her like a tidal wave.The cold, gleaming scissors that had nearly struck her neck.Her body stiffened all too suddenly. She opened her eyes in a daze. It wasn’t the garden. There was no grass, no sky, no blood. Just white walls, and the soft warmth of a hand wrapped around hers.She turned her head slowly and found Alex sitting beside her, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles like he’d been doing it for a while—he never stopped.“You’re awake,” he said gently, meeting her eyes. “How are you feeling?”Her lips parted, but nothing came out at first. Then finally, in a voice that felt too small, she whispered, “Did I… did I kill her?”Alex lifted her hand to his

Eve hadn’t slept that night.She lay in bed beside Alex, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling while the rise and fall of his breathing filled the silent bedroom.He had pulled her into his arms without question, like he always did. And she had let herself sink in his powerful arms—yet his warmth couldn't ease the storm in her soul.She had tried so much to act normal in front of him as she didn't want to drag him any further on this mess. Alex had fallen asleep quickly, his body warm against hers, his hand resting protectively on her waist. But Even couldn't stay still. Her thoughts were too loud, spinning around the impossible choice Victor had laid before her.Her father was alive. Alive.And if she wanted to see him, if she wanted to save him—she had to walk away from this man. This home—the life she had with Alex.The only man she had ever truly loved.She swallowed the lump in her throat and buried her face on his solid chest—the scent of him enveloped her like a cruel kind of