All Chapters of The CEO's Forbidden Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Kathalina woke up just before seven, as she always did. Even after sleeping late, her body never forgot the time. It was a habit she could never break. The city outside was still quiet, and the morning felt slow and gentle.Soft sunlight slipped through the thin gap in the curtains, spreading a warm, golden glow across the room. Dust floated quietly in the air, catching the light. For a moment, she lay still, listening to the faint hum of the city waking up.She blinked slowly and turned her head toward the pillow beside her. Reaching out, her fingers brushed against her phone. The screen lit up as soon as she touched it.Low battery.She let out a small sigh, the corners of her lips lifting slightly in tired amusement.She sighed quietly. “Of course.”Then she remembered. Thirdie had asked her not to end the call last night. Her heart softened a little. She wondered if he had ended it after seeing her fall asleep… or if he had stayed longer, just watching her. The thought made her ch

Instead, she lowered her eyes again, hiding the storm behind them.You’re screaming at the person you’re trying to protect, Kathalina thought coldly.How ironic.Her fingers returned to the fabric, steady and precise, as if the tension around her didn’t exist. Every stitch was clean. Controlled. Intentional.“I followed instructions,” Kathalina said quietly, her voice even.“And I stand by my work.”There was no apology in her tone.Inside her chest, something hardened.You humiliate employees.You abuse borrowed power.And you use my name to bully others.The air around them felt heavier.Workers slowed down just to listen.Some pretended to fix chairs that were already aligned perfectly. Others adjusted flowers that didn’t need touching. But their ears were openly tuned to the confrontation.Whispers floated softly but unmistakably.Alysa heard it.Her jaw tightened.‘They’re talking about me.’Her ears burned.‘How dare they whisper while I’m standing here?’The fact that the worke

Raol arrived at the venue with Alysa clinging tightly to his arm, as if her grip alone could solidify the authority he was desperately trying to project. His large stomach strained visibly against his expensive but poorly tailored suit, the fabric pulling at the buttons each time he inhaled. A faint sheen of sweat coated his temples, despite the cool air conditioning, yet he carried himself with exaggerated pride, his chin lifted high, his shoulders thrown back, his steps heavy and deliberate.He walked like a man determined to convince the world that nothing had changed, that he still ruled these halls. Alysa, draped elegantly at his side, wore a triumphant smile. Her eyes swept across the room with subtle arrogance, fully aware that everyone present knew the nature of their relationship. She was using him for status, for protection, for influence. Though Raol sensed it somewhere deep within his pride, he chose to embrace the illusion instead of confronting the humiliation. As they e

Everyone gasped.Alysa stared at Raol in disbelief, her trembling hand slowly rising to her cheek. The sharp sting of the slap burned against her skin, but the pain in her chest was far worse. Ever since their relationship began, Raol had always spoiled her, giving her everything she wanted. Never, not even once, did she imagine that the man who treated her like a queen would raise his hand against her.“Raol… you… you hit me?” she cried, her voice breaking into pieces.Tears filled her eyes as she looked around, hoping desperately for someone to speak, to defend her, to say something. But all she saw were shocked faces. Employees and guests passing by stood frozen, their silence louder than any words. No one moved. No one dared.Her humiliation was complete.Raol, breathing heavily, his face twisted with anger and panic, suddenly grabbed her arm roughly and began dragging her toward the exit. His grip was tight, almost painful, as if he was trying to pull her away from the consequenc

Outside the restaurant, hidden in the quiet shadows across the street, a man lowered his phone after making a call. His voice had been calm, almost casual, as he delivered the message. “She’s already secured,” he reported. “The men have her.”Thousands of miles away, in a high-rise office in Dubai, Harold leaned back in his chair, a slow smile forming on his lips. The city lights reflected against the glass walls behind him, but his attention was fixed on the report he had just received.“Good,” he murmured, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest.“Very good.” His eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Let’s see what you’ll do now, Thirdie…” Harold muttered with a smirk, leaning back in his chair. He didn’t believe Thirdie would stay still after this.Back in Davao, time passed slowly at first.At the restaurant table, Erica glanced toward the hallway again, her brows slightly furrowed.“She’s taking a bit long,” she said softly.Steve looked up from his seat. “Maybe the line’s long?”