All Chapters of Divorcing Mr CEO : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Soon the pancake was ready. Lira and Eloise began to set the food on the dining table. The warm aroma of buttered pancakes mixed with the smell of scrambled eggs and freshly brewed coffee. It made the dining room feel cozy and inviting. Eloise moved quietly, with her mind still preoccupied. The earlier phone call had left her feeling strange. The voice she had heard sounded familiar, but she could not place it. She shook her head slightly and tried to focus on the breakfast in front of her. As Lira carefully placed each plate on the table, Eloise took her seat. She watched silently as Lira portioned food for everyone. At that moment, Eloise’s stomach rumbled as she waited patiently for her own plate. When Lira finally handed her the food, she nodded politely and began to eat.Then Lira smiled and spoke softly, “Excuse me, I am going to get my husband upstairs.” Eloise only nodded, focusing back on her breakfast. She watched as Lira walked gracefully toward the staircase, her st

The Monday morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their penthouse, casting a golden glow across the bedroom. Damian's eyes opened slowly, consciousness returning in gentle waves. The first thing he became aware of was the weight, a soft, familiar, perfect weight of Lira's head resting against his chest. Her dark hair spilled across his skin, and her breathing came in peaceful.He didn't move. Instead, he allowed himself this moment of stillness, studying the curve of her cheek, the way her lashes rested against her skin, the slight smile that played at her lips even in sleep. Three years of marriage, and she still took his breath away. His beautiful wife. His famous, talented, utterly captivating wife.Finally, with reluctance, Damian slipped out from beneath her. She stirred slightly, murmuring something unintelligible, then settled back into the pillows. He smiled and headed to the bathroom.Twenty minutes later, showered and refreshed, he emerged to find the

The statement from Lord Blackwood baffled Damian. For a moment, he stood frozen, his eyes trying to read what his father truly meant. Then quietly, he muttered, “What do you mean by that, Father?” At that, Lord Blackwood let go of his hand gently from his chest gently, as if nothing was wrong with him. Then he smiled faintly and said, “Oh, son, don’t mind me. Anyway, I’m glad you are here.” Hearing that, Damian sighed softly. He took a step back, then moved to the seat across from his father and sat down. His eyes didn’t leave Lord Blackwood for a second. Something felt strange, something deeper than what words could explain. He knew something was fishy, but he couldn’t prove it. What baffled him most was how Lord Blackwood suddenly sounded more relatable, more fatherly, like a man trying to fix what was already broken. A long silence fell between them. The ticking of the clock filled the office, echoing faintly through the air. Lord Blackwood forced a smile and reached his tr

After the call ended, Gustavo slid his phone into his pocket and began to walk toward his work corner. which was just a part of his small room where he had pushed a long wooden table against the wall. The table looked rough and scattered, as if chaos itself lived there. A laptop sat open in the middle of it with the dark screen glowing faintly. Beside the laptop was a silver ashtray filled with burnt cigarette ends. A picture of a sexy woman in lingerie lay beside the ashtray. There were also playing cards, an open lighter, and two empty beer bottles. The whole table looked like a place where trouble was planned. The wall behind the table looked worse. Pictures of half naked women were pinned everywhere. Some were torn a little at the corners from heat and smoke. Others were pasted carelessly with gum. The wall smelled of cigarettes and trouble. Anyone who entered the room would know immediately that a dangerous man lived here. He walked slowly to the table and ran

The next morning rose slowly over the Blackwood estate. The sun was soft, warm and golden, spreading across the large compound like a gentle blanket. The flowers beside the walkway swayed lightly in the breeze, and the air held a fresh smell of new day. The tall bodyguards stood at their posts, still and sharp, like statues made of stone. Their eyes were straight, their chests lifted and their black suits blended with the quiet power of the compound. The morning light moved from the gate, touched the fountain, and then rolled toward the mansion. Inside the house, the soft glow of the chandeliers made the hall look warm and peaceful. The light sparkled gently on the marble floor and created a beautiful reflection that danced around the space. Inside the master bedroom, the calm morning continued. The curtains were partly opened, letting in soft sunlight that fell across the luxurious room. The gold lights on the ceiling were warm and calm, casting a smooth shine on everything i