Semua Bab Married to the Cold Hearted CEO : Bab 41 - Bab 46

Henry’s office was a fortress of glass and steel, cold and intimidating just like him. He sat behind the massive desk, eyes fixed on the glowing screens displaying Delilah’s every move. He wasn’t just going to fight back; he was going to win. Hard. Pulling up files, emails, and social feeds, Henry began piecing together Delilah’s hidden skeletons the secrets she thought were buried deep. Every bit of dirt he could find would become ammunition. He tapped his phone. “Get me the best private investigators. No mistakes.” Turning to Karen, who stood silently in the doorway, he said, “This isn’t just about protection anymore. It’s war.” Karen’s jaw tightened. “Then let’s make sure she knows she picked the wrong fight.” Henry’s cold smirk was the only answer she needed. Henry’s gaze shifted from the screens to a sleek, unopened laptop on his desk reports, shareholder emails, and quarterly forecasts piling up. The company was in the middle of a high-stakes merger, and every seco

Henry didn’t speak much during breakfast. He read through reports with the same intensity he used to silence boardrooms. Karen, still adjusting to the quiet luxury of his private estate, watched him over her mug of coffee.It was strange living with a man who could destroy reputations with a phone call, but who now asked if she wanted pancakes or toast."You're staring," he said, not looking up.Karen blinked. "I'm just processing.""What?""You. Like this. Calm. Domestic."He finally looked at her, one brow raised. "I’m never calm. I’m calculating."She gave him a small smile. "Right. CEO stuff."Before he could reply, his phone buzzed. His jaw clenched.“Speak,” he answered coldly.Karen listened in silence as Henry’s tone grew icier. Someone had leaked internal numbers. Someone from his company.After the call, he stood. No emotion. Just that terrifying calm.“I’ll be at Frost Corp. today,” he said.Karen nodded. “Trouble?”He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Nothing

Milan.The city buzzed with elegance, style, and secrets tucked behind every flashing camera. The Frost name was whispered at every corner of the gala venue half in awe, half in fear.Karen stepped out of the sleek black car first, her silk emerald gown hugging her frame like it was made for this exact moment. Heads turned. Cameras clicked. And then came Henry.Tall. Cold. Unapologetically powerful in a custom black suit that matched his aura.He offered his arm.Karen took it.Inside, the atmosphere shifted as they entered the ballroom chandeliers glittered, music floated through the air, and the world seemed to pause.Whispers followed them.“Is that the girl from the scandal?”“She’s stunning…”“They look real.”Karen kept her head high, smile soft but untouchable.Henry leaned close. “You’re owning this.”“I learned from the best,” she said, voice barely above a whisper.But this wasn't just about image. This was a statement.Evelyn had helped plan this appearance, knowing it woul