All Chapters of The CEO'S secretary : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ELIAS’S POVI should’ve known he’d find her first.The road wound into the outskirts empty, except for the rain and the car I recognized immediately. My father’s. Black, gleaming, BMW. It sat like a shadow against the mist.I stepped out before the driver could reach the handle. The ground was slick, the air cut clean through my coat. My breath came out white.They were already facing each other Chloe, standing her ground with that drive clutched tight in her hand, my father was calm like the world still turned at his command. Gavin lingered close, protective. Nina’s eyes darted towards me the second I appeared, and in that brief glance, I saw relief and terror both.My father turned slowly, as if he’d been expecting me all along.“Elias.”I walked toward him, my shoes sinking slightly in the mud. “You left me at the hotel.”His mouth curved in that faint, familiar way amusement laced with reproach. “You were never one to wait patiently.”“I wasn’t supposed to,” I said evenly. “You w

CHLOE’S POVThe tunnel swallowed us whole.One minute, it was shouts ….. boots grinding against gravel, engines revving, orders flying through rain and the next, silence. Only the echo of our footsteps in the dark. The air smelled of rust and rain and fear. Gavin’s flashlight flickered over the curved walls, throwing our shadows long and distorted across the stone.Elias was ahead of us silent, moving like a storm held together by restraint. He hadn’t said a word since the moment the bullets started. He didn’t have to. His presence alone cut through the chaos, the kind that made people move faster, think sharper.Nina stumbled behind me, clutching her arm. Gavin caught her before she fell. “You okay?”“Just grazed,” she hissed. “Keep moving.”I turned back to Elias. “How far does this tunnel go?”He didn’t look back. “Far enough if you don’t stop.”His voice was steady, cold in that razor-edged face that he always wore when everything else was falling apart. But even in the dim ligh

CHLOE'S POV The warehouse smelled like metal and rain.Water dripped from the ceiling in uneven rhythms, echoing from the empty steel rods that stretched above us. Dust floated through the light cutting in from the high windows….. sharp and silver, like glass.Gavin moved ahead, sweeping the space with his gun drawn. Nina followed, hand pressed to the small comm device at her ear. Elias stood still for a moment at the center, his eyes tracing the shadows as though he could see the invisible map beneath them.“This was one of hers?” I asked quietly.He nodded once. “Before she moved operations underground.”“Perfect,” Gavin muttered. “Home sweet death trap.”Elias ignored him, walking toward a rusted control desk. He brushed his fingers across the surface, then looked at me. “The power lines are still active. She didn’t abandon this completely. Which means she’ll come for it.”He crouched, prying open a hidden panel. Inside were rows of corroded cables and a single blinking console li

CHLOE’S POVThe clinic was too quiet.Not the peaceful kind of quiet that heals,this one hummed with tension, the kind that waits for something to go wrong. The walls were a pale shade of blue, peeling at the corners, the air sharp with antiseptic. I could still smell smoke on Elias’s skin.He lay against the thin mattress, his face turned toward the window. Morning light pooled across his jaw, making the bruises look deeper. His breathing was steadier now, though every rise of his chest felt like a fragile promise.I sat on the edge of the chair beside him, elbows resting on my knees, eyes on his hand. His fingers were long and still streaked with ash. I wanted to take his hand, but part of me was afraid……. afraid that if I touched him, I’d break the thin line holding him together.“Chloe,” he murmured suddenly, his voice rough, like gravel dragged through fire.I looked up. “You’re awake.”“Barely.” His eyes flicked toward me, faint amusement ghosting across them. “You look like you

ELIAS’S POVThe night didn’t let me rest.Even with the city humming below, even with the steady rhythm of Chloe’s breathing from the other side of the room, my mind wouldn’t stop replaying the sound of Isabelle’s voice. You betrayed me. It lingered, quiet and poisonous, as if it had been whispered directly into my skull.I sat in the dark for a long time, my hand pressed against the bandage at my ribs. The ache had dulled, but the guilt hadn’t. Zurich was behind us, but it clung to me in a way I couldn’t shake…..like ash that refused to wash off.When I finally rose from bed, dawn was barely breaking. The glass walls of the penthouse glowed with pale light, streaking across the skyline. Chloe was still asleep on the couch, curled up under one of my jackets. Her hair had come loose, and a few strands brushed her face.For a moment, I just stood there watching her.She looked fragile in a way that made my chest hurt. Not because she was weak, but because she wasn’t supposed to be here.