All Chapters of The CEO's ex-wife is Untouchable : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Steam curled through the room like ribbons of perfume.Rose petals floated over milk-white water, their scent sweet enough to make the air heavy.Selene Vale sat in the center of her private bath, jeweled hairpins glinting in her blonde hair, her posture straight and imperial. She was exuding the aura of Princess Azula in Avatar Aang only that she had a blonde hair and not black.She could have been a painting — The Queen of Nothing at All.“Cherry,” she murmured.One of the maids bowed low, presenting a silver tray.Selene extended her hand, and the girl placed a plump, red cherry between her fingers.Selene raised it to her lips and bit slowly, eyes half-closed, savoring the taste.The juice trailed down her thumb like a drop of blood.“Again,” she said softly.The maid who had shifted far away from her approached, trembling a little.Selene did not look at her, she was lost in her reflection rippling across the water.“I remember,” she began, voice dreamy, “when I was fifteen. My m

Maxwell Gluten’s shoulders hunched, wrists free but mind shackled, his experience the other night was something he wasn't looking forward to again. The stale smell of urine entering his nose while he was seated on the bench.Would his father come or any of his Godforsaken siblings who thought they were better than him? He didn't know. No, he didn't think so. But fate had a twisted sense of humor.His name was called from inside.“Maxwell?” A deep voice. Rough with authority. And disappointment.Maxwell froze.His father stood at the entrance, a rigid silhouette in a dark wool coat. Senator Gerald Gluten. A man whose presence filled every room before he said a word. Broad-shouldered. Eyes so sharp they felt like judgment itself.Behind him, the senator’s chief driver hovered respectfully, holding the car keys like a sacred ritual.Maxwell swallowed hard.“Dad… You came...”Gerald didn’t answer. He simply turned and walked to the car.Maxwell followed.The sedan’s interior smelled of l

The elevator descended in silence—smooth, soundless, too calm for the kind of storm brewing behind Rowan Adair’s eyes.The dim security monitors washed his face in a cold blue glow. His reflection in the steel doors looked almost unreal—too still, too controlled, the gaze of a man who had long ago learned how to bury every trace of humanity when needed.His right-hand man, Leon, waited at the basement entrance.“Sir,” Leon’s voice came.Smooth, steady, professional, Rowan’s right-hand man in all dealings that never reached the light of day. “He’s here.”Rowan didn’t answer. He simply brushed past him, footsteps echoing faintly along the concrete corridor.Leon turned to Damian Holt, he was brutal and ruthless in execution of his duties. Hence, why he didn't join the rest in the abducting, Maxwell would have been good as dead.“I need to get something in the Mansion, Inform Boss. I'll be back in a minute.” He said.Damien nodded curtly following Rowan.The basement entrance was like a

Leon finally lowered his eyes to her level, holding her gaze for more than one second contemplating if taking her to Rowan at this point was a good or bad choice. He sighed defeatedly breaking the eyes contact. His eyes snapping shut like he was recalibrating his blood pressure. “Get in the car.”Selene didn’t wait. She practically ran.Leon’s car was sleek, dark, and silent, until Selene entered it, bringing storm clouds with her.She clicked in her seatbelt; Leon started the engine. They drove out of the estate.Selene immediately turned to him. “Why didn’t he show? Do you know how embarrassing it is to sit there for two hours? Alone?”Leon stared at the road. “Probably not.”“Are you being sarcastic?”“No. I genuinely don’t know or care.”She glared. “You know… you don’t have to be so cold all the time.”Leon shrugged. “I’m not paid for warmth.”Silence.Selene folded her arms dramatically. “Fine. Don’t talk.”Leon signaled left. “Gladly.”Three minutes later—“Leon?”“No.”“You di

Selene sat on the velvet chaise, legs crossed, silk dress shimmering, the flicker of candlelight dancing across her porcelain skin. She looked delicate, expensive, calculated—just the way she wanted him to see her.But her eyes… Her eyes flicked over him too fast. Too sharp. Too hungry.“You didn’t come,” she said, voice soft, almost teasing, yet it carried an edge that made the hairs on the back of his neck prick.Rowan didn’t answer. Not a word.Selene leaned forward, her hand brushing against the chaise arm, her eyes never leaving his. “Well… that’s disappointing. I was hoping we’d have dinner together.”He didn’t move, his expression unreadable, dark and unreadable as the penthouse behind him. The faint scent of blood on him didn’t escape her notice, her face tightened for a split second but she recovered instantly, tilting her head slightly. “You smell… interesting,” she said with a faint laugh, her lips curling, “did something happen? You never pick strong scents, but this is...