جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 110

The room was hushed, save for the uneven breaths they shared, their lips brushing in soft, lingering kisses that seemed to stretch time itself. Cassie’s fingers skimmed up the back of Nikolai’s neck, threading into his dark hair, tugging him closer as if she couldn’t bear a single inch of space between them. For months after her return, their marriage had been a fragile balance... bound by circumstances, shadowed by pain, guarded by walls neither dared to break. Yet now, in this fragile, beautiful moment, those walls crumbled piece by piece. Nikolai kissed her again, slower this time, savoring, tasting, memorizing. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin as though she were porcelain, though the heat in his body raged far from gentle. “Cassie…” He whispered her name like a vow, like a man standing on the edge of something terrifying and magnificent. His forehead pressed against hers, his breath shaky. “Are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage of your--” She

The glass doors of Rosewood Inc. glided open with their usual hiss, but instead of the cold silence that usually followed Nikolai Rosewood’s arrival, a ripple of disbelief swept across the whole lobby. The man they knew... their terrifyingly brilliant, cold, and merciless CEO... was usually accompanied by silence sharper than knives, a phone pressed to his ear, his long strides unbothered by anyone in his path. But today… Today, Nikolai Rosewood walked in carrying a little girl. Her curls bounced with each of his steps, her tiny pink shoes tapped lightly against his black tailored suit, and her gray eyes gleamed as she waved enthusiastically at the stunned employees. “Good morning!” she chimed, her voice like a silver bell in the quiet hall. No one moved. For three seconds, it seemed as though the building itself forgot how to breathe. Then, a flustered receptionist stammered, “G–Good morning, Mr. Rosewood!” “Good morning, Mr. Rosewood!” echoed another, the tone nervous but fil

Inside the boardroom, the meeting droned on. Numbers... Projections... Charts flickering on the big screen. Executives spoke in turn, their voices blending into a monotonous whisper. But Nikolai's attention wasn't there. For a man known for his cold efficiency, it was unusual-unthinkable-that he was distracted. Yet he was. His gaze kept flickering to the sleek watch on his wrist, counting the minutes that dragged like hours. Something gnawed at him. Something didn't feel right with him. When he had handed Emily to Janet earlier, he'd felt her tiny fingers clutch his suit jacket tighter, almost like she didn't want to let go. He had bent down, kissed her forehead, and whispered promises that he'd be right back. She had nodded with her big eyes and sweet smile. Now, those eyes haunted him. He was having this strange feeling that his daughter wasn't okay. He forced himself to sit straighter, pushing the unease down. 'She's fine. Janet is capable. Emily will charm the whole offic

“Cassie,” she said softly, her voice almost drowned out by the hum of conversation in the cafeteria. “Can I… can I talk to you for a minute?” There was hesitation in her tone, a familiar vulnerability that Cassie wasn’t used to hearing from her. Cassie inhaled slowly, her defenses resolving, but curiosity tugged at her. She nodded once. “Alright.” She crossed the small space between them and slid into the chair opposite Veronica. Up close, she could see the faint smudges under the woman’s eyes, as though she hadn’t been sleeping well. The glamorous, sharp-tongued Veronica, who always seemed in control, looked smaller today... just like she looked at the filming set the first day. Cassie leaned back, crossing her arms loosely. “What’s up?” she asked, her tone casual, though her guardedness was clear. Veronica’s fingers tightened around her cup before she set it down carefully on the table. She took a deep breath as though summoning every ounce of courage she had. “I...

Cassie stirred her coffee absentmindedly, watching the swirl of cream against the dark liquid. Veronica’s words lingered between them, thick and heavy with implication. A part of Cassie wanted to demand every detail now to rip open Rachael’s carefully constructed façade and scatter her lies across the floor of this very cafeteria. But another part of her... cautious, scarred by betrayal... hesitated. “Fine,” Cassie said, her voice even but her eyes sharp. “You’ve dangled this long enough. Tell me something real. Show me that you’re not just feeding me empty promises.” Veronica’s lips curved into a faint smile. “I thought you’d say that.” She set her teacup down with deliberate care as though grounding herself. Her fingers interlaced tightly. “Alright, Cassie. Here’s one truth about Rachael you won’t find in any gossip column or rumor mill.” Cassie leaned in, her heart thumping despite her calm exterior. Veronica lowered her voice, each word slicing through the air. “Rachael