All Chapters of Owned by the Cold Ceo: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Damian’s POV Dylan was asleep in his crib, his tiny breaths steady and peaceful. Lena had just slipped into bed, her face still drawn with exhaustion though she tried to hide it from me. I stayed a few moments longer in the nursery, my hand resting on the edge of the crib, staring down at the small bundle wrapped in blue. My son. The weight of the word still hit me like a blow each time. I had built an empire from nothing but ruthless decisions and sleepless nights but nothing had ever felt as fragile or as important as the life I was looking at now. I turned off the nightlight and stepped out quietly, shutting the door halfway so Lena could hear if Dylan stirred. My phone buzzed the moment I entered the hallway, it was Alex. “Talk,” I said as soon as I answered. His voice was low, controlled but there was tension underneath. “I’ve been looking into Adrian Huntley since the press conference. He’s pushing hard, interviews, articles, the works. He’s trying to bury your side of the

Lena’s POVI woke up earlier than usual not because Dylan stirred but because my nerves wouldn’t let me rest. Today was the day. Clark had called me again telling me our mother has insisted on coming today.The last time I had seen my mother was months ago, when Clark had practically dragged me back to the family house for lunch. I still remembered the long dining table, the careful way she had smiled at me, polite, distant, as if I were a guest instead of her daughter. She hadn’t been cruel, not like my father’s sharp silence, her warmth felt forced, It was… tolerable but awkward and that was it. Since then, nothing.Until now.I glanced at Damian, who was buttoning the cuffs of his shirt. He was already dressed for the day, crisp and calm, but I could see the quiet weight in his eyes. He knew what today meant.“You don’t have to be nervous,” he said, noticing the way I clutched my robe tighter.“I’m not nervous,” I lied, then sighed. “Okay, maybe I am, the last time I saw her was…”

Damian’s POVThe sound of the front door closing echoed faintly through the house, leaving behind a silence that felt almost too heavy. For a long moment, I stood near the window with Dylan nestled against my chest, watching the space where Lena’s mother had just been.She had smiled, she had apologized and she had touched Dylan with a gentleness I hadn’t expected and yet, the storm it had stirred inside Lena was undeniable.I shifted Dylan slightly, his tiny fist brushing against my shirt. He smelled of milk and powder, a scent I was coming to memorize as my own lifeline.When I turned, Lena was still standing near the door. She looked… frozen. Her hand lingered on the frame as if she wasn’t ready to let go, as if her body hadn’t yet caught up with the fact that her mother had left.Her shoulders were tight, her eyes distant.“You did well,” I said, my voice breaking the silence.She blinked and turned toward me, her lips parting as though she wasn’t sure she’d heard me right. “Did I

Lena’s POVThe morning sun was spilling softly into the living room when I woke to the faint murmur of voices downstairs. At first, I thought it was the staff talking but when I listened closely, I recognized one of them, it was Damian.Even from this far, I could tell something was off in his tone not anger, exactly. It was quieter than that, the kind of quiet that carried weight.I pulled on a light robe and went to check.He was in the study, the door half-open, sleeves rolled up, his tie loosened, a hand pressed against his temple. Jack stood across from him, speaking in a low tone, tablet in hand.When Damian saw me, he straightened immediately, his expression unreadable.“Morning,” he said, voice calm.“Morning,” I replied softly, stepping in. “You didn’t come to bed.”“I couldn’t sleep,” he said, avoiding my eyes.Jack quickly excused himself, muttering something about follow-ups and slipped out, leaving us alone.I walked closer, trying to catch his gaze. “The meeting… it happ

Lena’s POV I was sitting on the edge of the bed with Dylan asleep in his little portable crib beside me when the news alert flashed on the TV. The headline made me freeze. “Damian Blackwell Retains His Position as CEO A Stunning Turn in Shareholder Vote.” For a moment, I couldn’t move. I just stared at the bold letters on the screen, my heart pounding hard in my chest. Then the news anchor’s voice followed calm and professional, but her words made my throat tighten. > “In a surprising twist during the shareholders’ voting this morning, Damian Blackwell has officially retained his position as CEO of the Blackwell Group. Two previously inactive shareholders appeared at the last minute, casting decisive votes in his favor. This comes amid recent controversy surrounding his family and the paternity claims involving Adrian Huntley…” The rest of her words blurred. My eyes filled before I could stop them. He did it. He didn’t lose. He didn’t give up. A shaky laugh escaped my lips,