บททั้งหมดของ Fated to the Cold and Ruthless CEO : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

It was Valentine’s Day.But Alex didn’t book any fancy rooftop restaurant or reserve some exclusive candlelit table in the city. No grand orchestras, no dramatic fireworks display. Instead, he chose something different—something quieter, but far more personal.He had the beautiful garden behind the mansion cleared and dressed for the evening. Twinkling fairy lights draped above the old pergola, hanging like soft stars. A table was set in the middle, covered in a white cloth, flanked by two tall candles. Around them, a sea of red roses bloomed fresh from overnight delivery—dozens of them, imported and handpicked. Nothing was spared.He didn’t let the staff do it. He wanted to do it himself—to have a personal touch on the intimate dinner—for her.Eve had gone out earlier with Kelly for an overdue coffee date she didn’t want to skip. She had no idea what he was up to. And Alex liked it that way. For once, he wanted to surprise her the way she always, unknowingly, surprised him—just by be

Eve never boarded the plane that day.Even when the engines roared to life, even when the crew called her name to hurry—she didn’t move.The moment Alex fell, everything else faded. Her world narrowed to the sound of his body hitting the ground and the stillness that followed.She had chosen to walk away.But fate had other plans.___Alex was rushed to the hospital.Travis performed the surgery himself. The others—Edward, Lucas, Earl, Jaxon—waited outside in silence. Tension was clearly written on their faces but no one spoke. They just stood there, holding onto a single strand of hope.It felt like forever before the doors opened.Travis came out first, his scrubs stained and his eyes tired. But there was something calm in his voice when he said, “He’s safe now.”Everyone let out the breath they’d been holding for a long time.Alex survived.The bullet had missed his heart—barely. The doctors called it luck. But as Eve sat beside him, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, s

The ink had dried before her fingers stopped trembling.Eve sat frozen on the couch, the pen still warm between her fingers. Her eyes stared blankly at the thick line of her signature at the bottom of the neatly stacked papers.Divorce Decree. Final.Alex had split all his assets in half and given them to her—along with half of his company shares. Just like that, she’d become an instant billionaire. Or maybe a zillionaire. She didn’t know.And she didn’t care.It was never about the money or the material things he left her.It was the unbearable pain twisting her heart that crushed her.The weight of the papers suddenly felt like the weight of the whole world—pressing her down, shattering her into pieces.Earl had been the one to hand her the documents—just like how it all began, when Alex first forced her to marry him. He remained quiet from start to finish, but the slight furrow of his brows gave him away. The tension was there, quietly simmering behind his calm.Silently, she took

Old Lady Margaret had finally woken up after being comatose for nearly two weeks. The doctors who attended to her during that time clarified to Alex that she was back in good health, and the manipulation drug had been successfully cleared from her system. Alex had managed to seize the antidote that the authorities confiscated during their raid on Victor's secret laboratory in Summerville.The whole Harris family breathed a sigh of relief now that the old matriarch was finally back.“Alex?”He was currently in his grandmother’s private suite, waiting for her to wake up. He stood by the window, gazing at the city in a daze. His thoughts snapped back when he heard her—not-so-weak—voice. For a second, he thought he’d imagined it.He turned around and saw the old lady looking full of life again. He was finally at ease. Although he often contradicted her, she was one of the most important people in his life, and he had always held deep respect for her.“Grandmother,” he said in a low tone.

Alex sat behind his desk, elbows on the armrest. His hand was gripping the fountain pen as he silently swirled on his chair. The sun outside was already dipping, but he hadn’t moved much since morning—buried in a mountain of reports he couldn’t bring himself to care about.His mind was elsewhere—on the plan they had agreed on with Rupert that would take place the day after tomorrow—but mainly on Eve. It had only been weeks since she left, but he missed her like forever.The soft knock on the door snapped him from his daze, followed by a familiar voice.“You still breathing in there?”Jaxon stepped in with a cocky smirk plastered on his face. He closed the door behind him and walked over, dressed sharply as always, but there was a strange glint in his eyes.Alex didn’t get up or give him any courtesy. He was used to ignoring Jaxon long before they knew they were twins. Although their current relationship had leveled up, their bickering hadn't changed a bit. He leaned back, watching hi