Semua Bab Married to the Cold Hearted CEO : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Karen tossed a hoodie over her head, keys in hand, and turned to Henry at the door.“I just need to breathe. Go back to my place for a bit feel like me again.”Henry raised a brow. “Your apartment’s not exactly paparazzi-proof.”Karen gave a half-smile. “Neither am I. But I’ll be fine. I’ve got pepper spray and your name on speed dial.”He didn’t like it, but he respected it. So he nodded, pulled her in by the waist, and kissed her forehead.“Call me the second anything feels off.”“Promise.”Her apartment felt smaller than she remembered. Like the world had grown while she was busy surviving it.She kicked off her shoes, grabbed a drink from the fridge, and was halfway into collapsing on the couch when…..Bang. Bang. Bang.The knock wasn’t casual. It was aggressive.Karen froze.Another bang.She opened the door slowly and there stood Delilah. Not flustered. Not dramatic.Just cold.Behind her, two uniformed officers lingered, arms crossed.“Hi sweetheart,” Delilah said with a tight

Karen stepped into the Frost Innovation Lab the next morning, heels sharp, eyes sharper. This was her element vision, creation, momentum. She wasn’t just part of Henry’s world now. She was building her own corner of it.“Morning, Ms. Blake,” one of the junior developers greeted.She smiled. “Karen’s fine. For now.”They laughed, but the respect was real.From the glass corridor above, Henry watched her move confident, magnetic, hers. She wasn’t blending in anymore. She was leading.“You look like a man realizing he’s in love,” Evelyn Frost’s voice came from behind him.He turned slowly. “I thought you were in Geneva.”“I was. But rumors fly faster than planes. Word is, your board’s been shaken. And your girlfriend is the one holding the match.”Henry didn’t flinch. “She’s not the match. She’s the whole fire.”Evelyn’s lips curved. “Be careful with fire, Henry. Especially when it burns too close to family.”Elsewhere, in a boutique café uptown, Delilah sat with a woman dressed in soft

Karen didn’t sleep that night.Not because she couldn’t. But because her mind was running wild calculating, unlearning, preparing.Delilah had dragged out the past, twisted it, packaged it for the media like some tragic story with herself as the martyr. And now, Karen’s photo was already circling blogs with the headline: “Blake Heiress: Betrayed or Built on Lies?”She tossed her phone aside. “She’s not just trying to hurt me. She wants to erase me.”Henry, standing at the window in his apartment, replied calmly, “Then we remind her why she buried you in the first place.”Karen raised an eyebrow. “Because I was a scared girl with no power?”“No.” He turned to face her. “Because even scared, you were a threat.”Meanwhile, at the Blake residence, the atmosphere was tense. Karen’s father stormed through the front door, slamming it shut behind him.Delilah looked up from the couch, feigning innocence. “You’re back early.”He tossed the phone on the coffee table. “Henry Frost just called me

The studio lights were blinding. Delilah sat center-stage in a sleek wine-red dress, hands folded elegantly in her lap, her expression the perfect blend of calm and wounded dignity. The host leaned in, sympathetic and nosy just what Delilah wanted. “So,” the host said gently, “what was Karen Blake really like before all the headlines? Before the fame?” Delilah exhaled like she carried the burden of truth. “Karen was… difficult. Unstable at times. She resented structure, discipline. We did our best to give her a home, to raise her after her mother passed, but” she paused, eyes glistening, “sometimes love just isn’t enough.” Cue dramatic piano music. A few gasps from the audience. At Frost Tower, Karen stood in the hallway, watching the segment on a large screen with Mia beside her, arms crossed. “Unstable?!” Mia barked. “The only unstable one was the woman who kept an electric gate code on her own fridge.” Karen’s eyes narrowed but her voice was calm. “She’s painting a story. Sh

The plane touched down just after sunrise, slicing through a pale fog that clung to the Swiss mountains. Karen stared out the window in silence, her fingers subconsciously brushing the edge of her necklace.Henry hadn’t spoken the entire flight.Not out of anger but distance. A kind of heaviness she hadn’t felt before. He was shielding something again, and this time, it was thicker than usual.They were met on the tarmac by a sleek black car. Adrian rode up front. Karen and Henry sat in the back, barely inches apart yet miles apart emotionally.“Why here?” she finally asked.Henry didn’t look at her. “This is where it began.”“What began?”“My father’s last deal. The one that nearly ruined the Frost legacy.”She studied his face. “The one you took the fall for?”His jaw clenched. “No. The one I finished.”They arrived at an estate tucked in the hills not as grand as the Frost mansion, but just as secretive. A man in his sixties opened the gate, nodded, and led them in without a word.