Lahat ng Kabanata ng The CEO's Forbidden Wife: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Jeff and Thirdie had long left the balcony, yet Kathalina still hadn’t gone inside to sleep. She remained standing there, wrapped in the cold breeze, her arms folded lightly against her chest as though to steady the rhythm of her racing heart. The night was quiet except for the faint rustle of the trees and the distant hum of crickets, and before her stretched the vast fields still, endless, almost dreamlike.Again and again, Thirdie’s words echoed in her mind. There was joy in her chest, a fragile warmth that made her lips curve unconsciously into a smile but also fear……fear that it might just be a beautiful dream. Fear that the moment she woke up, everything would vanish into mist.But no. This wasn’t a dream. She could feel the truth in every gesture, in the way Thirdie’s eyes had lingered on hers, in the tone of his voice that had shed its usual distance. And above all, she knew she could no longer run away. Once, she had turned her back on painful things, on memories that wounded

The soft light of morning spilled gently through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. Kathalina stirred beneath the sheets, her lashes fluttering open slowly. For a moment, she stayed still, listening to the quiet rhythm of the villa, the distant rustle of leaves outside, the faint chirping of birds.It felt… peaceful. Too peaceful.She pressed her hand lightly against her lips. Something strange lingered there, like a trace of warmth that didn’t belong.A dream.She remembered it vaguely, like a blurred memory that refused to fade. In her dream, she was lying here just as she was now, when someone leaned close to her. She couldn’t see the face clearly, but she remembered the weight of a presence, the heat of a heavy gaze on her skin. And then… a kiss.Soft. Gentle. Fleeting.Her lips tingled at the memory, as though the dream had followed her into reality.Kathalina sat up slowly against the pillows, her heart uneasy. Dreams weren’t supposed to feel this real. Dreams we

The sun was setting, painting the sky orange and purple. The villa glowed warmly in the fading light, while the quiet sounds of the farm surrounded them like the last lullaby.Kathalina stood by the doorway, holding her small overnight bag close to her chest. Her eyes wandered over the place she had grown to love in just a few days. She hadn’t expected to find so much peace here, so much comfort she didn’t know she was missing.And somehow, this farm felt like more than just a quiet refuge, it felt like the beginning of something new. A place where the walls around her heart had started to soften, where Thirdie’s presence beside her no longer felt like chance, but like part of a path they were meant to walk together. This land, with its warmth and simplicity, would forever mark the start of their story.Thirdie came up beside her, his hand brushing lightly against her arm.“Ready?” he asked.She glanced at him, then at the fields where the farmers were finishing their work.“As ready

Kathalina felt a warm sense of relief washing over her. She still had matters to settle in her own company, and not having to step into Stone Corporation today lifted a weight off her shoulders. For once, she could focus on what she needed while allowing herself a rare moment of calm beside Thirdie.“Come on,” Thirdie said, opening the car door and stepping out first. “Breakfast is waiting, and I’m starving. Thanks to someone who used me as a pillow all night.”Kathalina rolled her eyes, climbing out after him. “Oh, please. You didn’t seem to mind,” she muttered, straightening her hair.“I didn’t,” he said easily, that teasing smirk tugging at his lips again. “Just saying I might start charging you next time.”She gave him a playful shove. “You wouldn’t dare.”“Try me,” he shot back, his voice low but filled with amusement.As they walked toward the house, the staff still seemed slightly dazed. Some of them whispered to each other, unable to hide their surprise Mr. Thirdie, the man kn

As they drove, the soft hum of the engine filled the silence. The road stretched smoothly ahead, lined with trees that swayed gently in the morning breeze. Kathalina leaned her head against the window, watching the blur of the passing streets.Her mind drifted back to Paris, to the years she spent building a name no one could match, hiding behind her work and the anonymity she’d chosen. Not once during those years did Thirdie ever ask about her life, her company, or the empire she had quietly built.She turned her head slightly, her eyes lingering on him as he drove. His hands were steady on the wheel, his profile calm, almost unreadable.Why didn’t he ever ask me?“Thirdie,” she said softly, her voice breaking the quiet.He glanced at her briefly before focusing on the road again. “Hmm?”She hesitated for a second, then finally asked, “Why don’t you ever ask me… what I do? What company do I work for?”For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, without looking away from the road, his