Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married to the Cold Hearted CEO : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Karen didn’t sleep that night.She sat on the balcony, hair tied back, eyes fixed on the skyline as the weight of Henry’s words sank in. Geneva. Her mother. Her blood. Secrets buried beneath ice and gold.By morning, she was done waiting.“I want answers,” she said as Henry sipped his coffee.“You’ll get them,” he replied, meeting her eyes. “Come with me.”They drove out of the city, past the Frost Towers and gated estates, until the road narrowed into woods. Eventually, they stopped in front of a small cabin remote, modern, fortified.Inside, Henry unlocked a panel behind a bookshelf. A hidden room. Computers. Files. Photos.And in the center, a folder stamped: Project Null.Karen’s heart thudded as she opened it.Medical records.Blood samples.Her name. Her mother’s.Then, another file dated back years.Subject 03- Zora Blake. Status: Protective custody. Frost-linked lineage confirmed. Biological donor: H. Frost Sr.Karen’s breath hitched. “My mom was involved with your grandfather

The elevator ride up to Henry’s penthouse felt unusually quiet. Karen stood beside him, heels in hand now, her shopping bags slung over one shoulder, her mind still buzzing from the mall encounter and that phone call. Henry looked over, one brow slightly raised. “You really enjoy messing with my accounts, don’t you?” Karen smirked. “It’s not about the money. It’s the principle. I needed those heels for emotional healing.” “You could’ve bought the store.” “Maybe next week.” The doors slid open. The penthouse was dark except for the city lights pouring in through the glass walls. Karen dropped her bags on the couch, walked barefoot into the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of champagne. Henry leaned against the counter, watching her. “I didn’t expect this life,” she said suddenly, popping the cork. “Any of it. You. Them. This.” He said nothing. She poured two glasses and passed him one. “Do you ever get tired of being cold?” Henry studied her. “No. Cold keeps people out.” “But

Karen sat in the sleek, minimalist lounge of Frost Enterprises, her fingers tapping nervously on the armrest. The atmosphere was tense, the kind that made even the air feel heavy. She glanced at her phone, the screen displaying a flurry of notifications photoshopped images of Henry and Delilah, headlines questioning her credibility, and comments that stung more than she cared to admit.Henry entered, his presence commanding as always. He held a tablet, swiping through the same images that had flooded Karen's feed."They're trying to paint a narrative, one where you're the unstable one, and Delilah is the victim."Karen looked up, her eyes meeting his. "And what do we do about it?"Henry's jaw tightened. "We control the narrative."He handed her the tablet, now displaying a draft of a press release. "We're going public with the truth. The fake emails, the doctored photos, all of it."Karen read through the document, her heart pounding. "This will expose everything."Henry nodded. "It's

Henry’s personal house was a fortress disguised as a home. The sleek black gate slid open as they arrived, greeted by familiar faces the maids and bodyguards Henry had reluctantly rehired. Karen’s eyes widened as she took it all in. “This place feels like a whole different world.”Henry didn’t smile, just nodded. “It has to be. No more surprises. No more drama.”As the doors closed behind them, the tension from the outside world seemed to dissolve. But inside, the quiet was heavy full of unspoken questions and promises neither was ready to say aloud.Later, as Henry handed Karen a glass of wine in the dimly lit living room, he finally broke the silence.“You’re not just my project, Karen. You’re my priority.”She met his cold gaze, the hint of warmth beneath. “And you’re still the cold-hearted CEO I know just with a softer edge.”He smirked. “Only for you.”Outside, the city’s chaos buzzed faintly, but here, in the shadows of his personal kingdom, they were the only two people that m

The press conference might have been a success, but the aftermath was a different story. As the news spread like wildfire, social media platforms lit up with reactions, opinions, and speculations.Karen's phone buzzed nonstop, notifications pouring in from every direction. She glanced at the screen, her eyes widening as she saw the sheer volume of messages, comments, and mentions.Henry, sensing her unease, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We'll get through this," he said, his voice calm and steady.But Karen knew better. The media storm was just the beginning. The real challenge lay in navigating the complex web of public opinion, where perceptions were shaped and reputations were made or broken.….Karen stared out the floor-to-ceiling window of Henry’s private estate. The view was breathtaking, but her mind was racing.Everything was different now.Living with Henry again. But this time, not in fear. Not in confusion. But with clarity and a quiet, unsettling tension that