Semua Bab Owned by the Cold Ceo: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Damian's POVJack was waiting just outside the boardroom, his face full of worry and phone clutched in his hand. The second I stepped out, he fell into step beside me."Sir, the reporters aren't leaving. They've been camped out there all morning—""Then give them what they want," I cut in, my voice low and stern.Jack blinked. "Sir?""Set up a press conference, today. If they want a statement, they'll get one. I won't let Adrian or anyone else control this story."His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Understood, I'll have everything ready within the hour."I walked past him without another word, my security team shadowing me. Inside, my chest was burning. Adrian had crossed the line, he'd dragged Lena's name, my son's name, through the dirt.It wasn't just whispers anymore, it was headlines and breaking news on every damn channel.If Adrian thought I'd sit back quietly, he was dead wrong.---By the time I walked into the press hall of Blackwell Tower, the storm was already ragin

Damian's POVI was leaving the building when I spotted my uncle.He was standing by the side entrance of the building, talking with two board members who quickly left the moment they saw me coming. "Damian," he said smoothly, stepping toward me. "We need to talk."I stopped, my shoulders still tense from the fire of the conference. "Now's not the time."He ignored my tone, lowering his voice instead. "I didn't want to hold a board meeting without you but when I called, you made it clear you weren't coming. Someone had to calm them down, the shareholders are panicking. Some of them are already questioning whether you should stay as CEO."My jaw clenched. "Then they can question all they want, I'll handle the board myself."He gave me a look that was supposed to seem concerned but to me it felt more like a threat. "Don't underestimate how shaky your position is right now, the company can't afford uncertainty, Damian and right now, that's all they see when they look at you, scandal and

Damian’s POV The shareholder meeting was scheduled for ten o’clock sharp. By the time the clock on the wall ticked to 10:15, only two men were seated across from me. Tony Horton and Williams Sonoma. Out of thirteen major shareholders, only two had bothered to appear. I folded my hands in front of me, forcing my expression into neutrality even as irritation coiled tight in my chest. The two men studied me closely, like hawks circling above a wounded animal. Jack shifted uncomfortably at my side, his phone already in hand. I gave him a nod. “Call the others again.” He moved quickly, stepping aside to make the calls. His voice dropped low but the quiet room carried his words. “Good morning, this is Jack Reynolds, calling on behalf of Mr. Blackwell. He’s waiting in the conference room…” Pause. “Yes, sir, I understand but this is urgent.” Another pause. Jack’s face tightened. “I see. Thank you.” He ended the call and immediately dialed the next number. Within five minutes, his

Damian’s POV The house was quiet when I came in, I loosened my tie as I climbed the stairs, each step dragging like I carried more than my own weight. I paused at the bedroom door, my hand on the handle. Inside, I could hear the faint sound of Dylan breathing and beneath it, was nothing from Lena. When I stepped inside, the scene was exactly what I feared. Dylan slept peacefully in his bassinet but Lena sat curled on the couch, her eyes red, a blanket clutched tight around her. She looked up when she heard me and the relief in her eyes stabbed me straight in the chest. “You are back,” she whispered. I crossed the room, kneeling in front of her. “Yes, I am.” Her lips trembled but she didn’t speak. I reached for her hands, cold even through the blanket and covered them with mine. “They can talk,” I said quietly. “They can write their articles, spread their lies, hold their damn conferences, none of it changes the truth. Dylan is mine.” Tears welled in her eyes again but this t

Damian’s POVThe next morning, I woke before dawn.Sleep had been a luxury I couldn’t afford, I spent the early hours pacing my study, reviewing numbers, contracts, deals and proof that under my leadership, Blackwell Group had not only survived but thrived. Today was going to meet another set of shareholders.By nine, I was in the car with Jack, heading toward the shareholders’ meeting.“Are you sure about this?” Jack asked cautiously, flipping through his tablet. “You’ve got resistance, some of them… well, sir, they’re not shy about it anymore.”“I don’t need them to like me,” I said coldly, staring out the tinted window. “I need them to respect me and I need their votes.”Jack nodded, though his jaw tightened. He’d seen the same reports I had, whispers of shareholders leaning toward “a change of leadership.” As if my position was something they could trade like stock.When the car pulled up in front of the private club where we’d arranged the meeting, I saw them already arriving. S