Semua Bab BOUND TO THE CRIPPLED CEO : Bab 51 - Bab 54

IVANThe days went by in blurs of boardroom meetings, and today was one of them. Bottled table water lined the glossy mahogany table, condensation sliding down their sides and pooling onto the glass coasters beneath them. The hum of the central air conditioning was the only sound for a long moment, steady and cold, like the atmosphere itself.I should have been focused. And yet, my mind kept drifting to Danica.“Ivan,” Tom Clarkson—my father’s voice, broke through my wandering thoughts, deep and edged like a warning.I blinked, finding myself staring blankly at the label of the bottled water before me. The words were swimming, blurring. I straightened my tie, buying myself a second too long.“Yes,” I said evenly, though the weight of his glare pressed against me.Across the table, one of the investors, Mr. Hapton adjusted his cufflinks with slow precision before speaking. His accent carried the clipped sharpness of old money. “As I was saying, your competitors have already expressed s

DANICAMorning sunlight spilled through the thin white curtains, painting golden stripes across the modest bedroom. Greece had a way of softening even the harshest mornings. The cicadas outside hummed like nature’s alarm clock, and the salty breeze from the sea carried through the slightly cracked window. It was a far cry from the steel and glass of Chicago, but it had become home.“Valerie,” I called, tugging open her dresser drawer, “if you don’t get out of bed in the next five minutes, I’m personally going to march in there and tickle you until you can’t breathe.”A muffled groan came from under the covers.“Noooo. Five more minutes,” she whined, her voice still raspy with sleep.I smirked, pulling out the uniform shirt I had ironed the night before. “That’s what you said yesterday. And the day before. And let me remind you what happened when you overslept after having your bath. Your hair looked like it had been struck by lightning, and your teacher asked if you’d fought with a ra