Todos os capítulos de Owned by the Cold Ceo: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Lena’s POVWhen I got to my room, I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, Damian’s words kept echoing loud in my head.“Do you think it could ever turn into something real?”Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, those blue eyes looking into me like he wanted to tear down every wall I’d built. My chest tightened, my hand automatically moving to rest over my stomach.The baby.I wasn’t alone anymore. Everything I did, every choice I made, it wasn’t just about me.I rolled onto my side, hugging the pillow and my mind betrayed me again. His lips on mine, the way he held me like I belonged to him. The way he waited for me to calm down, he was so patient.That wasn’t the Damian I first met, the cold, ruthless CEO who treated the world like it was beneath him. This was someone else, someone I wasn’t sure how to handle.My heart wanted to believe him.But my head… my head reminded me of Adrian.Of how he promised me forever, only to throw me aside when Maya carried his child, of how

Lena’s POVThe strawberry was sweet, but it was his eyes on me that made my chest feel tight. Damian sat across the table, arms folded, watching me like he was making sure every bite went down.The longer his silence stretched, the more restless I became. I shifted in my chair, stabbing another strawberry with my fork. “You’re staring,” I said finally, breaking the tension.He didn’t deny it. His voice was low. “I want to make sure you finish.”I rolled my eyes, even as heat crept up my neck. “You sound like a doctor.”“I sound like a husband,” he corrected smoothly.The word landed like a pebble dropped into water, small but sending endless ripples through me. Husband. I’d heard it before, plenty of times but always from outsiders, from people who only saw the glossy surface of our arrangement. Hearing it from him, in that steady tone, was entirely different. I could hear the sound of my heart pounding loudly, I bit my lip before replying.Chewing slowly, I muttered, “A husband doesn

Lena’s POVLast week felt strange.Damian left the house very early every morning. When I woke up and came downstairs, the halls were empty. The house felt too big and quiet, only the sound of the maids and bodyguards standing still like statues outside.At night, he came back late. His shoulders looks tense, like something was stressing him out.When he was here… he wasn’t really here.He’d sit at the dining table with his phone, scrolling or typing. He’d take calls in his study, the door firmly closed. Whenever I walked past, the voices would drop to murmurs until all I heard was silence again.I didn’t want to admit it but I wondered…was he pulling away?I sat in the living room with a blanket wrapped around me, staring at the muted television. My thoughts kept circling until the sound of the doorbell cut through them.I opened the door to find Kate, she came in like sunshine, her hair bouncing, a tote bag was on her shoulder, she had a wide smile on her face. The air felt differen

Damian’s POVLena's birthday came faster than I expected.The preparations had taken all week. I had approved every flower, every dish, every song on the playlist. Things I would normally hand off to others, I chose them myself. There were white orchids, the ones I had noticed she once stopped to look at in a boutique window, they all llined the entire ballroom. Gold drapes shimmered under soft lighting, they were elegant but warm, nothing like the cold luxury parties I had attended all my life.I stood at the center of the ballroom before the event began, adjusting my cufflinks while staff rushed around with last-minute touches. “Sir,” my assistant murmured, “everything is in place, the guests will begin arriving in two hours.”I nodded. “Good, there should be no press or outsiders. If someone tries to step in, security will handle it.”“Yes, sir.”------By the time evening approached, I found myself waiting in the living room at home, nerves I hadn’t felt in years were tugging at

Lena's POV His lips moved against mine, slow at first, like he was giving me a chance to pull away but I didn’t.My fingers curled tighter into his shirt, my chest rising and falling too fast.“Damian…” I whispered against his mouth, my voice breaking.He pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against mine, his breath warm. “Say it again,” he demanded softly.My heart pounded. “Let’s give us… a try.”That was all he needed.He kissed me again, harder this time, backing me gently against the wall. His hand slid to my waist. I gasped, my hands were trembling as I pressed them flat against his chest. I could feel the strength beneath the fabric, the way his heartbeat thundered almost as wildly as mine.“You drive me crazy, Lena,” he muttered between kisses, his voice low and raw. “Every second I try to hold back, I fail.”His words melted something inside me. All the walls I’d built, all the fear I carried, started to crack.I tilted my head, letting his lips trail along my ja