บททั้งหมดของ Dominating CEO Snatch The Twins From His Ex-Wife: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

After freshening up, she made her way to the address Austin had sent her.It was a tattoo shop.The moment the owner heard she was Austin’s referral, his attitude shifted to complete respect. Without asking questions, he led her inside.Lying on the bed, Enlyan endured the sting of the needle as it pierced her skin. The pain brought back memories—five years ago, trapped, broken, and bleeding. The suffocating despair of that night washed over her again.She had been soaked in sweat and blood back then too, but she had clenched her teeth and endured it, just like now.More than an hour passed before the tattoo was complete.Halfway through the tattoo session, Enlyan lost consciousness for a moment. The tattoo artist hesitated, worried about her condition, but she insisted he continue. By the time it was over, exhaustion weighed heavily on her body. After resting for a long while, she finally managed to stand up and drive home.When she arrived, Mini and the kids had just returned from c

The cold, suffocating grip of the ocean wrapped around Enlyan once more.Darkness.Water.Despair.She was drowning.She thrashed desperately, her voice hoarse from screaming. “No! Help! Somebody—please!” But no one came. No one saved her.Suddenly, a sharp gasp ripped from her throat. She was awake, but trapped in the nightmare.Her entire body was drenched in sweat, yet she felt as cold as ice. Her trembling hands reached out blindly, searching for something—anything—to hold on to.Mini caught her flailing hands and held them tightly. "Ely, it's okay. It’s me. You’re safe now. I'm here," she whispered, her voice filled with distress.But Enlyan wasn’t listening. She was still trapped in the past.Her breath hitched, and her fingers dug into Mini’s skin with desperate force. “It hurts! Help me! I can’t breathe—it’s suffocating!” Her nails pressed in so deep that Mini winced, feeling the sharp sting.But compared to the pain in her heart, the scratches were nothing.Mini had never ful

As she finished her meal and took her medicine, she casually turned on the television. Just as the screen flickered to life, a news anchor’s voice filled the room.“In an unexpected turn of events, socialite Katrina Walton has issued a public apology to Miss Iris…”Enlyan's eyes narrowed as Katrina’s carefully crafted image appeared on the screen. The woman, draped in an elegant white dress, had the perfect mix of remorse and vulnerability on her face as she spoke."Miss Iris, I deeply regret my actions… Everything was my fault. My reckless behavior embarrassed you, and I take full responsibility. If you’re watching this, please—I beg you to forgive me. If you wish, you can scold me or even hit me, but please don’t let my mistake affect the company. The Blackwood Corporation is vital to North City’s economy, and Mr. Daimon Blackwood—my soulmate and life partner—has worked tirelessly for its success. I only hope this misunderstanding doesn’t harm the company or the city’s future. If yo

Daimon couldn’t sit still any longer. The pieces were coming together too perfectly, the coincidences stacking up in a way that defied logic. His gut screamed at him, urging him forward.He jumped to his feet, throwing on a casual outfit that, despite its effortless appearance, cost thousands. But he barely noticed. His mind was elsewhere—on her.If Iris was truly Enlyan, she wouldn’t admit it easily. But he had to see her.Just once. Even if she denied it, even if she looked him in the eye and called herself a stranger, Daimon needed to know.Even the smallest flicker of familiarity in her gaze would be enough.Daimon strode out of his room, heading straight for the door when a familiar voice interrupted him.“Dad, are you going out?”He turned to see Oasis, his little boy, bright-eyed and smiling as he hopped down from his chair, abandoning his dinner without hesitation.“Oasis, be careful! Don’t touch your dad’s clothes with your hands covered in rice,” Katrina warned, her voice ca

Joxan, however, only smiled."My mom said that every child is an angel sent by God to the world," he explained gently. "So their origins don’t matter. She also asked me to help orphans as much as I can, which is accumulating virtue for myself."Those words.That exact belief.Daimon felt something stir in his chest.It was as if a ghost from his past had just whispered in his ear.A woman... a silly woman... had once told him something like this before.The thought came instinctively, and before he could stop himself, he asked—"What’s your mother’s name?"The moment the words left his mouth, Daimon realized his mistake.Why did he even ask?Joxan paused for a fraction of a second.Then, just as smoothly, he smiled and replied, "Sir, that’s personal information. Besides, are you dropping me at the orphanage or not? I'm going to be late."Daimon blinked.Did a four-year-old just call him out for being intrusive?Him?It was rare for anyone to speak to him like that—let alone a child.Y