All Chapters of Divorcing Mr CEO : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Damian’s hands tightened on the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. The hospital’s bright lights receded behind him, and swallowed by the afternoon sun as his car tore down the road. The engine roared, tires screeched against the asphalt, and every sound mirrored the storm boiling inside his chest. His jaw clenched, with his teeth grinding together. Rage burned in his veins like fire, pushing the car faster, faster. He saw nothing but the image of Lira’s pale face, and her fragile body lying helpless on that bed. Twenty minutes later, the tall gates of Lord Blackwood’s compound came into view. The guards at the entrance barely had time to react before Damian’s car skidded to a halt in front of them. Dust rose, glinting in the afternoon sunlight. The bodyguards straightened instantly, fear flashing in their eyes as they rushed to open the gates. He didn’t wait for them to greet him. He slammed his foot down again, the car surging forward into the compound. Its tires

The evening sky stretched across the city, painting the horizon with muted shades of orange and violet. cars moved steadily along the quiet streets, carrying the family back home from the hospital, Lira still hadn't woken up yet, and they had to leave. Inside, Harold car, air was thick with tension. Serena sat beside him, her hands resting tightly in her lap. She stared out of the window, her mind racing with questions, suspicions, and unease. Her thoughts were jumbled, swirling like storm clouds in her head. What really happened at Lord Blackwood Mansion? she wondered. Had the maid, spoken the truth, or had she lied to protect herself? The thought made her stomach twist. Harold drove in silence, his hands steady on the wheel, but his eyes occasionally flicked toward her. He noticed the tension in her posture, the way her fingers clenched and unclenched. Finally, unable to hold back, he asked softly, “Serena… what’s wrong? You’ve been quiet since we left the hospital. Tell me

Serena’s fingers trembled slightly as she sent the last message to the maid. Her lips curved into a thin, cold smile. She rose from her bed and walked toward her wardrobe. For this night, she didn’t need glamour, just something simple. She slipped into a dark silk dress that flowed smoothly around her knees, it was the kind of dress that made her look elegant but not noticeable. She leaned toward the mirror, her head slightly tilted, and met the eyes of a woman hiding something, then a cynical laugh escaped her throat. “The job will be done soon,” she whispered to herself. She walked back to her bed, picked up her phone again, and typed quickly to the man she had hired: Meet me at the river park. Gotta be on my way now. Sliding the phone aside, she moved toward the shelf where her bags were displayed. A whole collection of luxury lined the shelf, Prada, Dior, Chanel, each one telling the story of money well spent. Her hand trailed slowly across the leather and polished buck

The Blackwood mansion was silent when Damian arrived. The grand double doors swung open as soon as he stepped inside. His polished shoes struck the marble floor with a commanding rhythm, each step echoing through the vast space. The air itself seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting. At the end of the long hallway, the maids were already gathered in a single line. Their uniforms were neat, their hands folded in front of them, their faces stiff like stone. Mrs. Blackwood stood beside them, her sharp eyes sweeping across the line. She had clearly given the order for them to gather before Damian’s arrival. The maids stood still like statues, though their eyes darted nervously from one another. They knew something was wrong. Damian’s tall frame filled the corridor as he advanced. His sharp gaze swept across the maids like a blade. His jaw was tight, and his expression unreadable. When he reached his mother, he stopped briefly, bowing his head slightly in respect. Mrs. Blackwo

The news had already spread across the city, and everyone was talking about it. The famous actress, Lira Blackwood, had been unconscious on a sick bed for some days. People whispered about her, some fans pitied her, praying she would recover, while others mocked her, calling it karma for the life she lived. But no matter what anyone said, the truth remained, Lira Blackwood was fighting for her life. Far away, inside Leo’s apartment, he had just returned to the city after being away for some time. He was lying on his bed, scrolling lazily through his phone when the news post appeared before his eyes. The headline hit him like lightning. "Lira Blackwood, unconscious after sudden attack." Leo sat up at once, his breath catching. “No… no way,” he muttered, staring hard at the screen. “Lira’s life can’t be in danger… this has to be fake.” But even as he said it, his chest tightened. His fingers shook and he quickly dialed her number. The phone rang once, twice, but no one p