Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Cold CEO: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 58

Epilogue: Two Years Later POV: Noah The café was quiet, a hidden gem tucked away on a cobblestone side street in the heart of the Marais. The air inside was a rich blend of dark roast coffee, steamed milk, and the buttery, sweet scent of freshly baked brioche that seemed to seep from the very walls. Outside, a soft, persistent rain misted the windowpanes, blurring the world into a watercolor painting of grey stone and muted green awnings. The morning was slow, warm, and profoundly human. It was a world away from the gleaming, high-stakes pressure of their lives. Noah sat at a small, worn wooden table, his laptop open to a half-written memo on ethical AI integration, a half-finished cappuccino cooling beside him. Looped loosely around his neck was a scarf of impossibly soft charcoal-grey cashmere. It smelled faintly of Elias’s cologne, a scent that had become synonymous with comfort and home. Across from him, a young couple, their heads bent close together, debated the merits of two

Bonus Chapter Two: ForeverPOV: Split — Elias & NoahNoahThe gala lights sparkled like stars scattered across the ballroom ceiling. Chandeliers glittered, champagne flowed, and laughter rose in elegant waves from the crowd. But for Noah, none of it mattered.Because Elias was across the room, cornered by a small group of investors, and still—still—he was looking at him.Even in a sea of tuxedos and gowns, Elias stood out. His suit was perfectly tailored, black with a subtle sheen, his tie the exact deep navy that Noah had chosen for him. His hair gleamed under the golden light, sharp jawline softened only by the faintest smile he reserved for one person.For Noah.Two years. Two years since they’d stepped out of the fire and into something they had built together. The new firm thrived, their names no longer whispered with scandal but celebrated with respect. Their story had become less about ruin and more about resilience.And yet—Elias still looked at him like he was the only thing

POV: Noah The rooftop stretched above the city like a secret kingdom. Noah’s breath fogged in the cold air, his jacket discarded somewhere behind him, forgotten the moment Elias had pulled him close. Wind tugged at his hair and clothing, sharp as ice, but he hardly noticed. Elias’s hands were on his hips, steady, anchoring him against the dizzying sprawl of skyscrapers and traffic below. “Look,” Elias murmured, his lips grazing the shell of Noah’s ear. Noah did. The city glittered beneath them, a thousand jeweled lights blinking in rhythm with the heartbeat pounding in his chest. Cars slid through the streets like streams of fire, horns and sirens carrying faintly upward. It was beautiful. Alive. Watching. “They’ll see us,” Noah whispered, voice breaking with thrill and terror. Elias’s teeth scraped the edge of his jaw. “Good.” The word landed like a spark, setting fire to his veins. He shivered, not from cold but from the sheer recklessness of it. They had been careless

POV: EliasThe storm had cut the city’s power.Skyscrapers across the skyline were blacked out, their glass facades reflecting nothing but lightning. Inside Thorne & Vale’s headquarters, the emergency lights glowed dimly, throwing the offices into eerie half-shadow.Elias sat alone in the boardroom, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled up. He should have been reading through the quarterly reports, strategizing contingency plans for the outage. But his thoughts were elsewhere.On Noah.Noah was down the hall, probably still hunched over his laptop, working by battery light. The boy worked like the company’s survival was balanced on his shoulders — and maybe it was. Maybe Elias had let it become that way.The building groaned in the wind. Somewhere, a door slammed in the draft. Elias’s jaw clenched.He wasn’t used to this kind of silence. Without the hum of power, the office felt like a cage. And Noah was trapped in here with him.When the footsteps finally came, Elias knew them instant