Semua Bab Wicked Vows: The CEO'S Secret Heir: Bab 21 - Bab 30

POV: Ares VossI hadn’t planned on coming to the tower today.Not to Voss Global. Not to Lucian’s personal domain.I had barely unpacked my suitcase from Prague. My phone was still clogged with unread emails, deal memos, and one too many messages from Lucian reminding me to “handle” the Zurich fallout before the week’s end.But I came anyway.Maybe out of habit. Maybe because I missed the chaos.Or maybe because something told me to.Lucian had already left for an off-site meeting by the time I arrived. The receptionist barely glanced up from behind her monitor when I stepped into the lobby—no doubt used to one of the Voss twins appearing unannounced. We looked too much alike for anyone to question which one of us it was unless we opened our mouths.But I didn’t take the turn toward the boardroom or the west conference wing.I went up.Straight to the 40th floor. Lucian’s private level. The penthouse suite of the building that bore our name in silver steel letters thirty feet tall acr

POV: Ares VossThere is a strange kind of power that comes from knowing something the other person doesn’t.It’s not just the fact that you have the secret.It’s the way it sits in your chest like fire waiting to be unleashed. It’s the slow burn of anticipation, the constant question playing on repeat in your head—what will they do when they find out?And when that secret is about your own brother?The satisfaction becomes something darker.Lucian doesn’t know it yet. He’s walking around the office like he always does, calm and focused, every step measured. He still commands attention without even trying. People shift when he enters a room, like the air rearranges itself for him. But he has no idea that he’s blindfolded. He’s walking a tightrope—and I’m the one standing below, holding a pair of scissors in my hand.And the truth is, I don’t even know if I want to catch him… or cut the damn rope and watch him fall.It all changed the moment I saw the kid.That one afternoon when I came

POV: Siena BlakeThe moment the heavy glass doors of Lucian’s office closed behind us with a soft but final thud, I felt the weight in the air shift.Everything changed in that silence.It was the kind of silence that didn’t feel empty. It was loud—sharp—dense with unspoken tension and restrained anger. The kind that made it hard to breathe. The kind that wrapped around your chest like iron bands and made you feel small without anyone saying a word.Lucian didn’t speak.He didn’t even glance at me.Instead, he walked across the wide, spotless marble floor with the same calm, purposeful stride he always had. He looked every bit the powerful man the world feared—his back straight, his steps firm but unhurried, his entire presence cold and unshakable. There was no panic in him, no sign of frustration. Only complete control.When he reached the sleek coat rack near the wall, he pulled off his tailored overcoat in one smooth motion, folding it neatly and hanging it without a sound. He didn

POV: Lucian VossIt was late again.Almost midnight.The entire building was dark, silent, and cold, except for my office, where the soft blue glow of my laptop screen reflected off the glass table in front of me. The surface looked almost like water under moonlight. I sat there in my chair, surrounded by silence, while my eyes moved slowly over lines of code, access logs, and security reports. My fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard, but my mind was moving faster than my hands.For hours now, I had been digging through digital records. Data packets. Login activity. Surveillance timestamps. I had requested everything directly from the internal security team and told them to send the files to me—not the department head, not the head of IT. Just me.Because this wasn’t something I was willing to trust anyone else with.Not this time.This wasn’t just about a stolen file or a temporary glitch in the system. It wasn’t even about the missing prototype anymore. It had become something muc

POV: Lucian VossShe walked away from me like none of it mattered.Not the floor she moved across, not the dozens of eyes silently tracking her every step, and definitely not the words I had just spoken aloud in that meeting—words no one else in this entire company would have dared to say in front of a crowd, let alone direct at someone like her.But Siena Blake didn’t flinch. She didn’t slow. She didn’t acknowledge the impact. She walked with the kind of quiet confidence that made it seem like she had already lived through storms far worse than this, like she had already survived fire and betrayal and buried pain, and now, nothing could touch her. No boardroom politics. No jealous whispers. Not even the weight of my gaze.But I saw through it now.Because beneath that calm, composed surface, I had finally caught a glimpse of what she kept hidden. And what I saw there was not strength born from arrogance or ego. It was the kind of strength that came from being broken once and never al