Todos los capítulos de Divorcing Mr CEO : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Damian got home late in the evening. The moment he opened the door, the warm smell of food drifted out from the dining room. It calmed him instantly. His body was still tight with the memory of his fight with Harold, but now, after leaving him beaten and helpless, his mood had already lifted. He stepped into the living room, then he froze for a second. Seeing Lira walked out of the kitchen, carrying a tray. She was dressed in a short, silky gown that hugged every curve of her body. The fabric shimmered softly as it clung to her shape, revealing her long, smooth thighs. The neckline dipped low, teasing with the gentle rise of her cleavage. Her hair was neatly packed up, drawing all attention to her glowing face. She looked absolutely breathtaking. “Welcome home baby,” she said softly, her eyes were bright with a small smile. She walked straight to him, dropped the tray on the table, and wrapped her arms around him. Damian hugged her back, with his large arms circling her

The silence in the room was thick, it was almost choking, until Damian slowly reached into his pocket and brought out his phone. His sharp eyes flickered to Harold, studying him for a brief moment. He noticed the uneasiness in his expression, the fear that had already begun to creep into his eyes. Damian smirked faintly, before he turned his gaze away from him and fixed it on Lord Blackwood. Without another word, he tapped his screen and played a voice note. The sound echoed through the room, it was sharp and clear. Immediately Harold’s face went pale, his body froze against the seat as the familiar voice came alive. It was Lira’s voice at first, then followed by Leo. Her tone was steady in the recording, but the words she spoke carried weight. The voice of Leo soon followed, it was calm but firm, speaking the truth that Harold had tried so hard to bury. The room fell completely silent except for the phone. Every word echoed, with every phrase cutting through the air li

Harold drove home with a heavy frown pressed deep on his face, his grip on the steering wheel was so tight that his knuckles turned pale. The drive had been quiet, but inside his chest, his heart was thundering in anger and frustration. He did not even notice the usual sights on his street, all he felt was rage burning inside him, eating him up. He reached his house and drove into the compound with speed. The tires screeched as he forced the car to stop sharply in front of the garage. He pushed the door open and stepped out, slamming it behind him with a loud bang. His shoes hit the tiles of the compound quickly as he stormed into the house without looking back. As he entered the living room, the first thing that met him was the warm sound of his son’s laughter. Max, was sitting on one of the couches with his legs folded under him. He was holding a tablet. His eyes were bright as the game on the screen made funny sounds. The boy looked up at the exact moment his father wal

The night had fallen over Harold's mansion, casting a soft darkness through the tall windows. Serena lay on her bed in her room, laughing softly to herself as she thought about the anonymous message she had just sent to Damian. She pictured his shocked face, imagining how scared he must have been when he read it. A wicked smile curved across her lips as she whispered, “Damian… I won’t let you have peace. If Harold can’t ruin you, I will. I’ll tarnish everything you love.” Her laughter echoed lightly in the room before she dropped her phone onto the bed. The moment felt satisfying, with a little thrill of power running through her. She pushed herself up and walked out of her room to In the living room, Harold was sitting on the couch with Max on his lap, both of them were completely focusing on a game on his tablet. The colorful graphics of “Dragon Quest Heroes” flashed across the screen as Harold guided Max through a level, with the sound of virtual swords and explosions

Serena walked back into the sitting room, a devilish smile still lingering on her lips. She casually sank into the couch, crossing her legs as her eyes scanned the room. Her gaze landed on Damian beside Lira, his posture calm and commanding. A smirk slowly curved her lips as she watched them, imagining the chaos that was about to unfold. Meanwhile, the maid, trembling slightly with the thick stack of cash and the syringe hidden in her palm, hurried quietly to the kitchen. She carefully set the syringe down in a hidden corner and quickly filled a crystal glass with red wine. Her heart pounded as she reminded herself of Serena’s instructions. She would have to act natural, act as if nothing was wrong. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the glass and adjusted her posture. She was ready. Then she stepped lightly along the hallway. her polished shoes were silent on the marble floor. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Serena, sitting elegantly on the couch. Her eye