All Chapters of Owned by the Cold Ceo: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lena’s POVI pushed another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. I was enjoying it but truth was, I was also very distracted.What was happening to Damian?All day he had been… different. From the boutique, to the spa, and now here. He hadn’t raised his voice. He hadn’t looked at me with his cold eyes. Since we went for the ultrasound together, he has been acting differently, he hadn’t treated me like I was just part of a contract.He’d been… softer. Not gentle, no, Damian Blackwell wasn’t the type of man you could ever call gentle but something was very different. That was the thing I couldn’t understand.At the boutique, I felt his eyes on me. Every single time I stepped out of the fitting room, his gaze was already there. He didn’t smile, he didn’t compliment me but the silence said more than words.I remembered how my cheeks heated, how I couldn’t meet his eyes when I spun in that red dress.And then the spa.I teased him, laughed and asked if he even knew what people did there. H

Lena’s POV“Lena.”The sound of my name froze me where I stood.Adrian.His eyes were locked on mine, disbelief was clearly written all over his face. My throat went dry, my chest squeezing so tight, it felt like I was suffocating. I thought I’d buried that part of my life, left it behind like ashes.But here he was and Maya was right beside him, her arm hooked around his like she’d won some twisted game.The ballroom hadn’t gone silent but it felt like it had. Conversations slowed, heads turned and could feel eyes crawling over me, whispers beginning even before anyone spoke aloud.Damian’s hand pressed firmly against the curve of my waist, pulling me against his side. My fingers clenched his sleeve instinctively. He was steady and unshaken. Meanwhile, I felt like I was going to collapse.Adrian’s voice cracked as he repeated it, louder this time. “Lena.” He took a step closer.Maya’s lips curled into a sharp smile. “Oh, how sweet, a reunion.” Her eyes swept over me slowly, deliberat

Lena’s POV“That child…” His voice was cold and cruel. “Is it even mine?”The sob tore out of me before I could stop it. My whole body shook as I cried, shaking my head so hard it hurt. Tears streamed down my cheeks faster than I could wipe them away.“How could you say that?” My voice cracked, breaking apart between hiccups and gasps. “How could you even think—” My chest tightened until I could barely breathe. “Of course it’s yours!”But he didn’t move, he just stared at me. His expression was cold as ice and that cold stare hurt worse than if he had screamed at me.“Then why,” he said slowly, every word dripping with doubt, “why can’t you look me in the eye and say it with certainty? Why do you sit there sobbing instead of giving me a straight answer?”I pressed my hand against my chest, gasping for air. “Because you’re hurting me!” I cried, my voice breaking apart. “Because you’re doubting me when I’ve done nothing wrong!”My hands covered my face. My body curled forward as sobs sho

Damian’s POVThe first thing I heard when I woke was my phone buzzing nonstop on the nightstand.I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. The clock read 6:12 a.m. I had barely slept, my head was still pounding from the night before, from Lena’s sobs, from the words I had spit at her in anger.But the phone didn’t stop.I reached for it and saw my uncle’s name flashing across the screen.“Uncle,” I muttered into the receiver, my voice gravelly.“You need to get dressed,” he said briskly. “The board is waiting.”I blinked. “The board?”“Yes. An emergency meeting, I called it this morning. Considering last night’s spectacle, it couldn’t wait.”I sat up straight, my chest tightening. “You called a meeting without me?”“It had to be done,” he said smoothly. “Half the city saw your wife being called out by another man. The papers are tearing you apart, investors are already calling me. This isn’t just about you, Damian, it’s also about the company. Get to the tower. Now.”The line went dead

Damian’s POVI stepped into the mansion, tugging at my tie, I was desperate for relief but the tension in my chest refused to ease. The boardroom replayed in my mind on an endless loop, faces filled with doubt, voices whispering about my wife and my unborn child and the worst part was that I didn’t even have a defenseBecause I didn’t know the full truth myself.I pushed open the bedroom door.She was there, standing by the window again, her arms wrapped tightly around her body. Her head turned slowly, eyes swollen and her cheeks wet. She looked so small, so broken.“Damian,” she whispered, voice trembling.Something twisted in me at the sound but I crushed it. I couldn’t afford softness now.I closed the door behind me. My footsteps were deliberate as I walked further inside. I stopped only a few feet away from her.“Tell me,” I said. My voice was sharp, colder than I intended. “Who was Adrian to you?”Her eyes widened, her lips parted but no words came, only a tear sliding down her