Mr. Ceo Ex-lover Comes With Baby のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

In a dark room on the outskirts of the city, the glow of a laptop screen was the only source of light. Shopia Joy sat on an old wooden chair, her legs casually crossed, while across from her stood a man with a scar slashing down his left cheek—Darren Volk, a name that had lived only in the dark corners of Olivia Grace’s memory.“I can’t believe you’re still alive,” Shopia said coldly.Darren let out a low, raspy chuckle. “You’re not exactly the type to die easily either, Shopia. And it seems… we still share the same enemy.”Shopia sneered. “Olivia Grace.”Darren clenched the beer bottle in his hand and hurled it against the wall. It shattered instantly. “That woman ruined everything. She reported me, exposed our operation, and got my men killed. I spent five years in prison because of her. And now… she’s living in peace? Raising Hunter Jackson’s child?”“You’re not alone,” Shopia leaned forward, her voice dripping with venom. “I want her to suffer too. But this time… we don’t strike h

The hospital felt quieter than usual that night. On the waiting bench outside the ICU, Eliana sat curled up with her knees to her chest. Her eyes stared blankly at the door that had yet to open. Olivia was still inside. The injury she sustained was severe—stabbed while protecting Eliana from a masked kidnapper."Is this all my fault?" she whispered.No one answered. Hunter had been pacing back and forth, arranging security. The police were still searching for the perpetrators, but they had vanished as if swallowed by the earth. And Eliana—she refused to return to the dorm. Not tonight. Not when the woman who had only just begun to melt the ice around her heart now lay between life and death.A few hours later, a woman in an elegant cream jacket appeared. Her black hair was neatly styled. She approached Eliana with a sympathetic smile."Your name is Eliana, right?" Her voice was warm, gentle. "I'm Shopia Joy. The school sent me to assist you. Hunter left a message, asking that you be c

The gentle clinking of a spoon against porcelain echoed softly at the dining table. The scent of homemade chicken soup filled the room, seeping into the corners of Eliana’s unsettled mind. Shopia served the meal with care, even ladling the soup into Eliana’s bowl herself, like a real mother would.“This soup is made especially for you, Eliana. With real chicken bone broth and a touch of ginger. Good for warming the body… and the heart,” Shopia said gently, her eyes resting on Eliana with a warm, loving smile.Eliana gave a small nod. Her hand held the spoon, but she didn’t take a bite. There was warmth all around her, yet it couldn’t melt the cold that had frozen inside her chest.“I’m sorry… I’m still not used to all of this,” she murmured quietly.Shopia’s smile widened as she sat across from her, reclining slightly in her chair. “Of course. After everything you’ve been through… anyone would feel that way.”Then came the voice. Soft. Slipping through the silence. Full of intent.> “

The evening sky dimmed to a dusky hue as Hunter stood motionless across the street, watching the grand house with its pristine white gates. From behind the tinted windows of his car, his gaze remained fixed on the second-floor bedroom window—Eliana’s room.It had been three days since Eliana vanished without a trace. Olivia had been searching frantically, but the school claimed Eliana had already been picked up by her legal guardian. When Olivia contacted the authorities, she was shocked to discover that a temporary guardianship document had been signed—under the name of Shopia Joy."I don’t believe this..." Hunter muttered, rechecking the confidential documents he had quietly stolen from the courthouse. Shopia’s name appeared as the official guardian, approved by a judge who, as it turned out, had long-standing ties to the Griffin family—the same family Shopia came from.Hunter closed his eyes briefly. He knew Shopia Joy. All too well. The woman was a master manipulator—dangerous whe

The evening sky had begun to darken as Eliana sat at her desk, flipping through her journal—lately filled more with confusion than memories.Her eyes caught sight of a sheet tucked between the pages, a document that Shopia had secretly slipped in earlier. The title stood out:“Eliana’s Surrender Letter by Olivia.”She read it again and again. It claimed Olivia had surrendered her to the orphanage due to debts and criminal issues. But something felt off this time.“Why… is the handwriting so... perfect?” Eliana muttered quietly.She flipped through old letters she had saved from Olivia, trying to compare. There was a stark difference—the writing in the document was stiff, spaced out, nothing like Olivia’s usual slanting, emotional strokes.Eliana bit her lower lip, her thoughts spinning. Something didn’t add up. But every time she tried to think clearly, her mind felt slow, heavy… like it was wrapped in fog.Her gaze fell on the glass of warm milk on the table. Shopia always made her d