All Chapters of CEO's Forbidden Love: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Jeff pushed the phone across the desk, the screen still lit up with the message. Fred leaned forward, squinting at the text like he wasn’t sure if his tired eyes were playing tricks on him.Unknown: “Save me, Jeff, from Damien. Currently on an unknown island. Go to Flora, she knows who Damien is.”Fred sat upright immediately.“Damn! The girl was right!” he exclaimed.Jeff was already up, throwing on his jacket.“Start tracking this number, now, I need to go somewhere.”“Where?”“To Tim’s house. If anyone has pieces of this Damien puzzle, it’s him.”Fred didn’t argue. He was already tapping on his laptop, setting up the software, while Jeff stormed out of the room like a man with fire in his hands.*****Back in the mansion, Angelie sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes constantly fixed on the door. It had been five minutes since Damien left.She was still shaking, but she was gradually calming down her nerves. Tonight, the woman who served her food did something different, she had r

“Mr. John, Ms. Angelie is in severe pain. You need to see her now!” Damien dropped the sheet of paper instantly. His eyes widened, and he rushed out without a second thought. Back in the kitchen, Martha exhaled heavily. Relief washed over her like a wave. Thank God she came in when she did. A second later she'd be caught. There was no time to destroy the evidence properly, so she did the unthinkable. She chewed the paper. It tasted awful, bitter, and dry, but she swallowed it down like medicine, she couldn't afford to leave traces, and she might not live to tell the story. ****** Angelie was on the bed, one hand on her stomach, carelessing her stomach . When Damien rushed in. “Are you okay? Are you going into early labor?” he asked in a panic, gently placing his hand on her belly. “Martha told me you were in serious pain.” “Martha?” she repeated, caught off guard. “Yes, the chef,” he said, almost breathless. “Ouch….yes. The baby kicked… hard. Almost drove me insane,” she win

“Hold on, Martha, I can’t run more than this… I might as well die before the rescue team finds us.” Angelie’s legs gave way and she slumped against a tree trunk, panting like someone who had been running from a lion. Martha knelt beside her, holding her hand tightly. Her chest was rising and falling fast. “I know, I know… rest small, but we can’t stay here too long. If Mr. John sees us, I’m dead, and you, kiss your family goodbye.” Angelie looked around the bushy path they were hiding in. Everything felt surreal. She still couldn’t believe how fast it had all happened. Just an hour ago, she was in her room. Then Martha burst in, eyes wide, whispering for her to follow her. She didn’t ask questions. She just moved. And now here they were. Hiding in the heart of the island. “What if they don’t find us?” Angelie’s voice trembled, barely escaping her dry lips. “They will,” Martha said, gripping her hand. “I sent another message to that same number. They’ll track us. They’re a

“I must say,” the doctor began, removing her gloves and adjusting her coat, “she’s one hell of a strong woman. Contractions hit hard but… mother and girls are doing well.”For a second, Tim didn’t move. Then he moved forward and hugged the doctor so tightly she stumbled a bit.“Thank you, Doctor. Thank you!” he said, breathless with joy. “I’m an uncle… It feels so good.”Before the doctor could reply, Flora and Isabella burst into the waiting room, their faces lit up. They had heard Tim shouting and came running. The three of them embraced each other, laughing and spinning around like school kids on break.Jeff stood at a distance, watching them. He didn’t join in the hug, but he didn’t need to. In his heart, something shifted. A weight, no, a heavy one was lifted. For the first time in days, his chest wasn’t tight, and his breaths didn’t feel like punishment.Finally… some good news.If it was left to him, he would have marched straight into Angelie’s room to see her and the babies.

Tim looked at the woman in front of him, trying to make sense of what she had just said. Her voice didn’t shake, and her eyes didn’t dart around like someone in distress. She didn’t appear to be insane. Her posture was composed. The fragrance of her perfume filled his nose, a soft, expensive scent he couldn’t place, but one that stuck.Then she said it again, this time slower.“I’m your mother.”Tim blinked once, twice.“You can’t possibly be drunk, Ma,” he said, studying her closely. “You don’t smell like alcohol. Or… maybe you are drunk?”“I’m not, please, just listen….”He didn’t let her finish.“Look, I don’t know what you’re going through, but you need to talk to someone. A doctor maybe. I’ve had a long day, and this isn’t how I wanted to end it. My prayers are with you.”He opened his door and stepped inside.She stood there, alone, as the lock clicked softly behind him. The night air brushed against her skin. For a moment, Patricia didn’t move. She just looked at the closed doo