บททั้งหมดของ CEO's Forbidden Love: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Tim didn’t hold anything back. He sat with Angelie in the quiet of the living room, and as the minutes ticked by, he unraveled the truth layer by layer. He started from the beginning. How he met Patricia. How the DNA test was done. How the results confirmed what seemed impossible, that the woman everybody had long assumed was gone forever, was alive and breathing.He told her about the accident. How Patricia lost her memory and ended up with another man in Mexico. He told her about the years lost, about the search that never stopped, even when the world believed she was dead. And when the memories came back, not excluding the part Jacob Lu played. How he framed their biological father, every single detail.Angelie sat, her eyes locked on the floor, hands resting on her lap. She barely blinked. Tim watched her closely, unsure if his words were hitting or bouncing off like water on stone.When he finished, silence fell over them like a duvet. The kind of silence that made your breathing

Jacob Lu sat with his legs crossed, hands resting on his cane, eyes locked on the man brought before him. The room was painted all white but there was nothing innocent about it. The man who walked in looked strong despite the grey creeping into his beard. "Son," Jacob said, his voice unexpectedly sweet. The man let out a loud laugh, the kind that didn’t sound joyful. “Son? That’s what I am to you now? After everything? Stop the pretence, let's not play around, there are no hidden cameras over here, or a press conference.” He stood up and walked closer, pausing just a few steps away. “You made me disappear. You painted me as insane. You convinced the world, even my mother, that I was dangerous. All because you didn’t want me near your precious empire, or expose our little secret.” Jacob kept his eyes on him, saying nothing. “I’ve been in this place for years, treated like an animal. But I’m sane, Jacob. I’ve always been sane. You just couldn’t handle the truth I knew. You fear

Tim stepped aside and let her in. She was shivering; the cold outside was getting the best of her, and she wiped her face with the back of her hand. Her voice broke as she spoke, "I’m so sorry, Tim. I didn’t know what came over me."He tapped the couch, wordlessly inviting her to sit. She lowered herself gently, being skeptical whether to sit or just stand up, her body chose the former. "I know I messed up big time," she continued. "I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I let my emotions take over. I was angry. Seeing you every day… it was driving me crazy. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I reacted out of impulse, a silly one, I must say."Tim looked at her, trying to figure out what she was saying. "What do you mean by losing your mind, Isa?"She looked down, then back at him. "Because I’m in love with you. More than I should be. More than I planned, I never saw it coming, but it happened."His face shifted, surprise softening his expression before it cooled into something more d

Jeff blinked twice as Olivia turned to face him. He hadn’t seen that face in eight years, but time had done little to fade the memories. She looked even more stunning, calm and graceful in her green gown. He let out a quiet breath and took a step forward.“I wasn’t expecting you,” he said, wrapping her in a quick hug and brushing a kiss on her cheek. “I thought you were still in France.”She smiled softly, adjusting the strap of her handbag. “We came back just a few weeks ago. Daddy’s business over here needs serious attention, and guess who’s the sacrificial lamb.”They both laughed and moved to the table. Jeff pulled the chair for her first before taking his seat.“I should have known this was one of Grandpa’s tricks,” Jeff said, shaking his head lightly. “He never gets tired of pulling surprises.”“I agree with you,” Olivia replied. “He said he wanted to do something nice, something that would make you smile. It’s been a long time, and I couldn’t say no to him. .”“Eight years,” Je

The sun had barely risen when the old man, grey-haired and barefoot, stepped close to the door with a cup of tea in hand. He heard a knock at the front door and called out without hurrying, "Lizzy, who is it?"Before Lizzy could answer, there was a thud. They both rushed to the entrance and found Samson collapsed on the doormat, his face pale, lips cracked, he looked worn out."Oh my God," Lizzy whispered. The baby in her arms whimpered as she bent over.The old man set his cup down. "Help me bring him inside, now." She quickly dropped the baby in his crib and run to help her grandfather drag the man inside Together, they lifted Samson onto the old couch inside the small living room. Lizzy ran to get a towel and water, while the old man examined Samson's bruised arms and knees."Poor soul," the old man muttered. "He looks like he's been running for days."Lizzy returned and dabbed his forehead gently with the wet towel. "He's burning up."****Grandpa Lu stormed into the doctor’s off