All Chapters of Married to the Cold Hearted CEO : Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

“I knew the moment she stood her ground,” Evelyn replied, looking at Karen. “The Frost name doesn’t invite loyalty. It demands strength.” Karen looked between them. “Then we’ll give him strength.” Evelyn’s eyes glinted. “Then be ready. Because your next fight isn’t in the boardroom. It’s in your bloodline.” The next morning, a formal letter arrived. From Charles Frost. Three words written in cold ink: “Let’s talk. Alone.” Karen folded the letter, her expression unreadable. The war had only just begun. The gala was over, but its aftermath lingered like smoke. Back at the estate, Karen sat in the study while Henry paced. His phone buzzed nonstop messages from board members, allies, and enemies alike. Everyone had something to say now. “You realize what you did tonight?” Henry asked, finally pausing. Karen looked up. “I held my ground.” “You did more than that,” he said. “You silenced half a room with a sentence. They’ll never see you the same again.” Karen stood. “Good. Be

Karen didn’t expect the letter. It came in a plain envelope, no return address just her name, written in a hand she hadn’t seen in years. Her real father’s. She opened it slowly, already bracing herself. *“Heard the news. You’ve done well for yourself. Maybe it’s time we talked.”* Just like that. No apology. No mention of how he’d let her stepfather shove her out of his house without a fight. No explanation for how her stepsister poisoned everything and he chose silence. Henry watched her read, his expression guarded. “Who is it from?” Karen didn’t look up. “Someone who only remembers me now that there are cameras and headlines.” The next day, a call came in to Frost Tech’s PR department. A request for a feature article. A glowing family angle. A “humble beginnings” story... pitched by Karen’s father. Mia nearly threw her phone across the room. “He wants to ride your success now? After what he let them do to you?” Karen’s jaw clenched. “He doesn’t get to rewrite the story ju

The gala hall shimmered in gold and silver, a sea of influential faces moving beneath chandeliers like stars. Cameras flashed, champagne flowed, and every conversation buzzed with hidden agendas dressed in silk and diamonds. Karen stood beside Henry, dressed in an elegant black gown that whispered power with every step. Her presence didn’t just catch attention it commanded it. As they greeted board members and CEOs, Evelyn Frost stood at the far end of the room, watching with quiet pride. She leaned on her cane, speaking softly to an old friend. “She’s holding her own,” the woman observed. “She’s not just holding,” Evelyn said, “She’s rising. And she’s not doing it through anyone’s shadow.” Meanwhile, at a table near the back, Henry’s cousin Nathan sipped whiskey and muttered, “First she spills coffee. Now she runs the board?” His father, a Frost uncle rarely seen in public gave him a sharp look. “Better learn something from her instead of whining about it. Henry chose wisely.”

Karen didn’t expect the letter. It was handwritten, delivered by private courier to Frost Tech, sealed with her father’s initials.She sat at her office desk, staring at the heavy envelope. Her instincts told her to shred it. Her curiosity told her to open it.She chose curiosity.Karen,I saw you at the gala. You’ve become someone the world respects. I won’t lie part of me wishes I had seen this in you sooner. But the truth is, I was afraid. Afraid that you’d outgrow the small life I carved out for you. And you did.I would like to talk. Just us. No stepmother. No Lila. If only for a few minutes.DadKaren read it twice. She didn’t feel touched. She felt… conflicted.Because guilt dressed up in ink still carried the same betrayal.That night, she told Henry about the letter.“Will you go?” he asked.“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I don’t need closure. But maybe I need to make it clear that he’s not part of my story anymore.”Henry nodded. “Then make your boundaries. Not his.”The nex

Lila slammed her laptop shut.Every article, every photo Karen’s face was everywhere. Her name, her company, her so called perfect CEO boyfriend. Lila could hardly scroll without choking on it.“She’s not smarter than me,” she muttered, pacing her room. “She just got lucky. Right place, right time.”Delilah peeked in. “What are you yelling about now?”“She’s making us look like trash,” Lila snapped. “People are saying I’m Karen Blake’s half-sister. Like I’m the extra.”Delilah folded her arms. “Then stop sitting here sulking and do something.”Lila’s eyes narrowed. “Like what?”Delilah smirked. “Karen’s built her world on image. Tear that down, and she’s nothing.”Lila picked up her phone.Maybe it was time the world heard a different version of Karen Blake’s story.Meanwhile, Karen was in a meeting at Frost Tech, presenting the next campaign to the marketing team. She was poised, confident completely unaware of the shadows circling her name.As the room cleared, Henry stepped in. His