All Chapters of The CEO'S secretary : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHLOE’S POVThe house smelled like coffee that had gone cold and rain damp wool. It should have felt ordinary….boring, even….the kind of normal I had once welcomed without thinking. Instead every familiar thing sat under a thin skin of danger, as if the world had been wrapped in a film and someone might tear it away at any moment.Nina moved through the kitchen efficiently and calmly, exactly the kind of person you wanted on your side when you needed a place to chill. She had laid out three identical travel packs….one for me, one for Gavin, one for Elias….though I only had one of them packed with half of the things I thought mattered: a change of clothes, a photo I wouldn’t leave behind, the silver locket my grandmother had given me when I was small and believed in safe endings.Gavin watched Nina with a sort of wounded pride. He’d been upstairs, trying to stitch himself together, but he insisted on helping where he could. He had a habit of doing small, stubborn things to prove he was

ELIAS’S POVZurich smelled like sterilized air and electricity.The corridors of the facility hummed under pale white lights …. clinical, soulless, efficient. The kind of place built to erase mistakes rather than repair them.Father walked ahead of me, his steps steady, deliberate. The echo of his shoes against the polished floor sounded like a ticking clock…. every step measured. He hadn't spoken for a long while. He never did when he was thinking. And I didn’t push. That was one of his rules: silence before strategy.When he finally stopped before the glass lab doors, he said quietly,“She mirrored everything, Elias. Even the protocols. Even the codes.”I folded my arms. “You’re certain?”He turned his head slightly, eyes like tempered steel catching the sterile light. “You think I came all the way here to be uncertain?”That tone …..clipped, precise ….. still had the power to grind under my skin. “Then why did you bring me, if you already have the answers?”He glanced toward the ob

ELIAS’S POV The night outside Zurich was cold and unmoving. The kind that swallows sound and demands silence as payment. I came out from the lower shaft and straightened, lungs stinging from the recycled air, the weight of the drive still a heartbeat against my chest.Father’s car was waiting where we’d agreed it would be….no headlights, just the faint shimmer of the moon on black metal. I pulled the comm link from my ear before I reached it. His voice would be there, waiting to cut up, to calculate. But for a few seconds, I wanted the silence to be mine.He stepped out as I approached. Always deliberate, always a study in controlled gravity. His hair had more silver than I remembered, but the accuracy was the same….each strand a line of symmetry. His coat was unbuttoned just enough to look human.“You took longer than expected,” he said. Not a question. A measurement.“She was waiting.” I handed him the drive. “She knew we were coming.”He took it, turning it between his fingers lik

CHLOE’S POVThe silence after the call was louder than the conversation itself.For a while, I just sat there, staring at the dead screen. My reflection stared back, my eyes swollen, hair tangled, the candlelight making ghosts out of shadows behind me.> “Stay alive, Chloe.”The words clung to the air, heavy and final. He always said them like an order, not a promise.I reached forward and powered down the terminal. The hum stopped. The room fell back into its natural rhythm….rain tapping against the cracked window, the faint groan of the old pipes.It was supposed to feel safe here. Hidden.Instead, it felt like waiting for something to find us.I pressed my palms over my face, trying to breathe past the ache in my chest. Every part of me was tired…my mind, my bones, even my heartbeat. Elias sounded the same way, but he’d never admit it. He’d rather turn exhaustion into discipline than weakness.He’d sounded distant, too colder around the edges, like his father’s voice was starting t

CHLOE’S POVThe night stretched endlessly. The storm outside had reduced to a low hum, but the air in the tunnel was still really cold. Every sound, every drip of water, every creak of shifting rock felt louder in the silence that followed.Nina had fallen into a light sleep, her head resting against her pack, gun still clutched loosely in her hand. Gavin sat near the entrance, staring at the dark like it might give him answers. His sling was soaked through, and the fabric clung to his shoulder.I couldn’t sleep. My mind wouldn’t let me.The drive rested on my lap …. small, cold, and impossibly heavy for what it carried. Elias’s voice haunted me more than the storm. The way he’d said destroy it like he’d already made peace with never walking away from the ruins.I pressed my thumb to the drive’s edge. “You’d better be alive, Elias,” I murmured.“Talking to him again?” Gavin’s voice was deep but calm. He didn’t look at me, still scanning the tunnel mouth.“Maybe,” I said. “It’s easier