Semua Bab Owned by the Cold Ceo: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Damian’s POVThe morning began the same as every other. Papers stacked high across my desk, contracts waiting for my signature, calls from impatient partners flashing on my phone. My pen scratched against the page, my mind were fixed on numbers and deadlines. It should have been an ordinary morning, predictable and calm but I should have known better. In my life, calm never lasts.Jake was standing outside the office door, his shadow stretching long against the glass. He had that look again, that stiff posture, that nervous grip on the tablet in his hands. It smelled like trouble.“Sir,” he said carefully as he stepped inside, his tone too quiet for comfort. “You need to see this.”I didn’t look up at first. I thought it was just another business story, another desperate attempt from competitors to stir the market. “What now?” I muttered.He placed the tablet on my desk and slid it toward me like it carried poison.“The morning headlines,” he said.The moment my eyes landed on the scr

Lena’s POVThe sunlight slipped into the room slowly, finding its way through the small gap in the curtains. It was warm but to me it felt too bright and too harsh for the mess swirling inside my chest.Every part of my body ached, not painfully but enough to remind me of what had happened. My lips still tingled, swollen from his kisses. My skin carried the memory of his touch, every mark and every place his hands had touched. Even the way I shifted beneath the sheets made me remember, the weight of his body over mine, the sound of his voice when he told me I belonged to him, the way he tore through every wall I had tried so hard to build.I turned slowly, my breath was uneven and my gaze landed on him. Damian. He was still there, lying beside me as though the night had never ended. He was on his back, one arm spread across the bed, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. The morning light softened his face, washing away the sharp edges of the man who usually stood like an unto

Lena’s POVI sat in the living room, curled into the far end of the couch, pretending to read a book I couldn’t follow.The clock ticked on the wall, I could hear the staff’s voices drifted faintly from the kitchen. The mansion was quiet, and every little sound set me on edge.My heart was beating fast, like there was a weight lodged there, pressing down every time I breathed.I hadn’t seen him since early this morning. I’d left him in my room, asleep, his arm still warm around me. My whole body burned with the memory of it,his lips on mine, his voice rough when he whispered that I was his, the way my body betrayed me, yielding to him completely.And now? Now I couldn’t even look in a mirror without flushing red.What had I done?I pressed the book harder against my lap so hard my knuckles turned white. My belly fluttered with a nervous ache, my other hand instinctively brushing against the tiny bump that had finally started to show.I couldn’t face him, not when I didn’t even know ho

Lena’s POVThe next morning, sunlight spilled into the room, warm but I couldn’t feel it.The television in the corner of the bedroom was on, the volume was low but the words filled every corner of my chest.“… last night, the Blackwell mansion hosted one of the grandest parties of the year and in a shocking twist, CEO Damian Blackwell publicly declared his devotion to his wife, Lena Blackwell. His speech has become the talk of the city. Listen—”The screen replayed the moment from last night. Damian’s voice, deep and commanding, cut through the noise:“This is my wife. She carries my child and she will be treated with the same respect as me because she is mine.”My hand tightened around the blanket, my heart pounding painfully in my chest.Mine.The word echoed in my head, over and over again.This was supposed to be fake. Just a one-year contract, nothing more. That was the deal, that was the rule I had promised myself I wouldn’t forget.But when he said it, when his eyes burned wit

Lena’s POVThe morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows as I pushed my breakfast around my plate. Lately, Damian had been different, he has been taking me out, shielding me from the press. Acting like… like a real husband.I wasn’t sure what to make of it.When he asked me over breakfast if there was anywhere I wanted to go, I almost choked on my juice.“Anywhere?” I asked, staring at him.“Yes.” He didn’t look up from his coffee, his voice was calm. “You’ve followed me where I chose, now tell me. Where do you want to go?”I thought about the boutiques, the restaurants, the places rich wives usually went with their CEOs. But the truth slipped out before I could stop it. “The park.”That made him finally lift his gaze. “The park?”Heat rushed to my cheeks. “It’s been a while since I went, I used to… go there when I needed to clear my head. I know it’s nothing special—”“Fine,” he interrupted. “We’ll go.”I blinked. Just like that? No protests, no dismissing my choice?“Should