All Chapters of Alpha CEO Desired Me After Divorce: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Damien's POV The walls of the hospital still shook with the echo of my threat. My voice lingered in the air if you don’t find my fiancée, I’ll bury every doctor and nurse in this building. And I meant it. Not as an empty warning. Not as a passing wave of fury. No, if they kept standing in my way, if they kept giving me excuses, then blood would stain these white floors. Edward hovered near me, his hand pressed to his phone, his other hand tight on my shoulder as if grounding me would stop the wildfire ripping through my veins. His face was pale, but his eyes always steady, always calculating watched me carefully. “Damien,” he said low. “We need to step out of here. You’re rattling them so hard they’ll only start hiding more. Let’s use them, not break them all.” I turned to him slowly, my breath rough in my chest. “Use them?” My voice was raw, a growl dressed in words. “She was here, Edward. She was in this hospital. And now she’s gone. They let her slip through their hands

Damien's POV The hangar doors rolled open like the mouth of a beast, and the sleek frame of our jet gleamed under the harsh floodlights. The engines already whined, turbines spinning, hungry for sky.I didn’t walk. I stormed across the tarmac, my men at my back, weapons strapped, jaws tight. The night air was sharp, biting, and it matched the fury twisting inside me.Edward jogged at my side, phone still pressed to his ear. “Luka says the jet’s climbing now. Altitude thirty thousand. Still eastward trajectory. He’s feeding the signal directly to the cockpit once we’re airborne.”“Good,” I said, voice flat. “If we lose them, Luka loses his life. Make sure he understands that.”Edward gave me a quick glance. “He understands.”We climbed the stairs two at a time. Inside, the cabin lights were dimmed, functional, nothing like luxury. This wasn’t about comfort, it was about speed, efficiency, pursuit.The pilot turned from his seat, nervous. “Mr. Moreau, we’ve prepped the flight path—”“T

Evangeline's POV The low hum of the engines filled my ears like a constant reminder: I was trapped above the world, far from anything safe, far from him. The cabin lights glowed too bright, casting sterile shadows on polished walls. I sat strapped to a seat, wrists sore where their hands had gripped me too hard when they shoved me inside.My heart hadn’t stopped racing since they’d forced me into this jet. Every breath felt like I was stealing air from somewhere I didn’t belong.Across from me, Nathalie sat with her legs crossed, calm too calm, like this was some leisurely flight she’d planned for weeks rather than an abduction. Her long fingers toyed with a glass of wine, swirling it as though I were nothing but background noise.I couldn’t stand the silence. “Why are you taking this too far?”Her eyes flicked to me, sharp as knives. She didn’t answer at once, as if the question amused her.Finally, she said, “Because I can.”The casual cruelty in her tone made my stomach turn. I sh

Evangeline's POVThe jet had become a cage. Not just of steel and leather and humming engines, but of emotions anger, grief, fear, all colliding so violently that every breath felt jagged inside my chest.Nathalie hadn’t moved from where she stood, her hand still braced against the table she had slammed moments before. Wine bled across the white surface like a wound, the glass trembling from the force she’d abandoned it with.I could still hear her words echoing in my head.“You sound just like her.”Briar.The ghost between us. The wound neither of us could heal.I gripped the armrest of my seat until my knuckles ached. “What happened to her, Nathalie?”Her head turned sharply, eyes narrowing.“What did Damien and his brothers really do?” I pressed, my voice low but firm. “Tell me the truth.”Her lip curled, half sneer, half snarl. “The truth? The truth won’t set you free, little girl. It will bury you under its weight.”“I can handle it.”“You can’t,” she spat, stepping closer. “You

Damien's POV The hum of the engines had settled into my bones, steady but unrelenting, a reminder that time itself was no longer neutral. Time was an enemy. Every second that ticked past was another stolen from me, stolen from her.I sat forward, elbows on my knees, the leather of the seat creaking beneath me. Edward had taken the chair opposite, his posture maddeningly calm, like he knew if he mirrored my tension we’d spiral into chaos. He was right, of course. But that didn’t stop the restless fire crawling under my skin.“How far now?” My voice was gravel.Luca didn’t look up from the console. His fingers tapped rapidly, feeding information through systems I didn’t care to understand. “Still within our sights, boss. They’ve climbed higher, trying to shake us, but…” His eyes flicked up, nervous. “…they can’t hold it for long. Fuel’s their enemy now.”“Good.” The word came out like a growl.Edward’s gaze pinned me. “You’re not chasing her, Damien. You’re hunting Nathalie. Remember t