All Chapters of The CEO’s Vengeful Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The moment Damien Crest stepped onto the steps of the Crest Enterprises building, the world seemed to stop. Cameras flashed like lightning in a storm, and reporters screamed over each other in a frenzy. Some called it a miracle. Others, a scandal. But no one could deny the spectacle of it all; Damien Crest, the billionaire CEO presumed dead, walking back into the public eye. By his side, Elena Montrose held her head high. The tailored navy suit Damien wore couldn’t hide the rawness in his features; the shadow under his eyes, the unshaven jaw-line, the fatigue buried in his shoulders. But there was also fire in his gaze. A fire that Elena recognized. Not the cold, calculating CEO he once was, but the man who had chosen truth over power. Her husband, not by contract, but by something deeper. A dozen security men flanked the couple, but the real shield was Elena herself. "Mr. Crest! How did you survive?" "Were you in hiding all along?" "Did your wife know you were alive? Is this a

The sun hadn’t even crested the skyline when the financial storm hit. Elena was jolted awake by the frantic buzzing of her phone. Notifications flooded her screen: stock plunges, headlines screaming about market instability, whispers of insider leaks, and corporate sabotage. She threw the sheets off and ran barefoot across the marble floors toward the office, where Damien was already seated, his face illuminated by the eerie glow of three screens filled with numbers in red. "Viper", he said, his voice as sharp as broken glass. Elena didn’t have to ask. She knew. It had her godmother’s fingerprints all over it; timed perfectly, precise in its cruelty. The Montrose Foundation had lost twenty percent of its holdings overnight. Crest International - twenty-seven. She hovered over Damien’s shoulder, her heart pounding as she watched their companies bleed. "She's not just trying to ruin us financially," Elena murmured, the realization sinking in like cold steel. "She wants the world to w

The penthouse was cloaked in silence; the kind that didn’t just fall, but settled. The city below sparkled with its usual indifference, unaware that everything inside Crest Tower was shifting. Damien Crest sat at his desk, unmoving, his fingers digging into the wood grain while his eyes remained glued to the image on the laptop screen. The cursor blinked, the only thing daring to move in the room. The surveillance footage was grainy, distorted by years and smoke. But the figure in the lower corner of the frame was unmistakable; he was running from the explosion. And on his wrist? Damien zoomed in. “It can’t be,” he murmured, his voice cracking with disbelief. “That’s... Caleb’s watch”, Elena stood behind him, dressed in a silky robe, her hair still damp from the shower. She leaned closer, her breath catching as the image sharpened under Damien’s adjustments. The watch gleamed under the camera's faint streetlight. It wasn’t just any watch; it was a custom, limited-edition Vacheron C

The air on the Crest Tower rooftop crackled with quiet electricity. Above them, the city lights stretched like a constellation of promises, the stars scattered across the velvet sky, serene and distant; so unlike the chaos that had been Elena Montrose’s life since she’d first said ’I do’ to Damien Crest. But tonight, there was no vengeance.No strategy. No pretense. Just them. Damien had dismissed the guards. No eyes. No ears. Just silence; and the storm they carried within. Elena stood near the edge, her fingers grazing the cold glass railing. Her heart pounded like it had the night she’d learned the truth about her mother. The same night Damien had held her without demanding answers. Behind her, she heard his footsteps. One slow step forward. “You look like you’re about to jump,” Damien said, voice low, a teasing murmur. She smirked faintly, though it didn’t touch her eyes. “You think I’d go down that easy?” “Never,” he said. She turned. And their eyes met. The wind swept he

The room had never felt this silent.Not after all the battles, not after all the betrayals.But now? Now, it was the silence that came before an earthquake.Thick. Waiting. Watching.Damien stood at the center of the penthouse living room like he’d turned to stone. The screen in front of us still glowed faintly, frozen on the last frame of the video.His brother; Miles Crest.Alive.Caged like an animal. Bruised. Filthy. And whispering Damien’s name through split lips.The video had cut abruptly. No timestamp. No audio location data. Nothing to trace. Just Viper’s voice at the end, cool and unbothered, slicing through us like a scalpel:“You want him back? Surrender everything. Or watch him die on camera”,Damien didn’t move.Didn’t blink.I took a step toward him. My voice was soft, but it carried.“He’s alive”,He didn’t answer.“Damien”,“I saw the wreckage,” he rasped. “I was the one who identified what was left. The body in the fire… they said it couldn’t be his. But his watch. H