Todos los capítulos de THE CEO’S RUTHLESS COMMITMENT (hidden obsession): Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Layla’s POV“Layla.”I ignored him.“There has to be a way to stop it!”“Layla.”“I’m not dying like this!” I snapped, my voice broke as I ran my hands over every inch of the device. “I’m not…”“Layla.”His voice was sharper now.I froze.Then slowly, I looked up at him.“Use the passage,” he said.For a second, I didn’t understand.“What?”“There’s a hidden passage,” he repeated. “It leads to the parking lot.”My stomach twisted.“You need to go.”The words didn’t register.“…What?”“Get out,” he said firmly. “Get as many people out of the building as you can.”I stared at him.“What about you?”His gaze flickered back to the bomb.“I’ll keep trying.”“And if you can’t?” My voice came out quieter than I meant it to.He didn’t look at me when he answered.“Then that’s how it ends.”Something in my chest cracked.“No.”My head shook before I could stop it.“No, that’s not…no.”“Layla!”“No!” I stepped back, my eyes burning. “I’m not leaving you here!”The timer kept counting down, each

Third Person POV“I just didn’t want to say anything at first,” she added. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Elena said.Layla stared at her, her mind was already racing.“Where?” she asked. “How do you know me?”Elena didn’t answer immediately, for a moment, she just looked at Layla, lke she was weighing how much to say… or how much to hide.Then she exhaled softly.“We met before,” she said. “A long time ago.”Layla frowned slightly, her brows pulled together as she searched her memory.“When?”Elena hesitated.“It was years back,” she continued. “My sister… She got into trouble. Legal trouble.”Layla stayed quiet, listening.“She was in the wrong place at the wrong time,” Elena added. “There was a case, messy and complicated. She was going to take the fall for something she didn’t do.”Layla’s expression shifted slightly.That sounded familiar, not exact but close.Elena watched her carefully.“You stepped in,” she said. “You didn’t even know us. But you still helped. You

Third Person POVHe got her inside her room without letting go, slowly and carefullyAs if she will shatter if he moved too fast.She didn’t speak again.She just stayed close.When he sat down, she leaned into him.Her head was resting against his shoulder.His hand hovered for a moment before settling lightly against her arm uncertain but present.And for the first time in a long time, Viktor didn’t know what to do. He just sat there, still, watching the woman he wanted… grieve for another man.And something twisted inside him, something sharp and uncomfortable.Jealous.He didn’t like it… he didn't even fully understand it.But it was just there because she wasn’t crying for him..wasn’t breaking for him, not like breaking for him was a good thingAnd he had no right to feel that way.His jaw tightened slightly.Because the truth was, he didn’t believe Caleb was dead.Not without solid proof.But he said nothing.Because this wasn’t the moment for logic.Or doubt.Or anything tha

Third Person POVMeanwhileBack in Europe.Naomi sat cross-legged on the living room floor, Drey nestled comfortably in front of her. Toys were scattered around them, but he seemed more interested in her voice than anything else. She spoke to him gently, as she always did, like he understood every word she said.“Do you miss your mom?” she asked softly, brushing her fingers over his tiny hand. “She’ll be back soon, okay? She just… had to travel for a bit… to make sure you're safe.”Her smile was small, almost forced. “She’s fine,” she continued, more to herself than to him. “Even if she didn’t sound like it on the phone. And America… I hope it’s treating her well.”Drey responded with soft babbles, his little face was lighting up as though he was contributing to the conversation. Naomi let out a quiet laugh, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.Just then, Drew walked in.“Hey,” he greeted casually.Naomi glanced up briefly and nodded. “Hey.”Before anything else could be sai

Layla’s POVI woke up to silence and a dead screen.For a second, I just stared at the ceiling, disoriented. Then I reached for my phone out of habit, already half-expecting to see missed calls or messages waiting for me.The screen didn’t come on.I frowned and tapped it again.Still Nothing.A small irritation stirred as I pushed myself up and picked it up properly this time. The glass was cracked badly. A spiderweb of fractures spread across the surface, catching the light. I turned it over in my hand my brows pulled together.“When did that happen…?”I didn’t remember dropping it.But then again… the last few days had been a blur. It wasn’t hard to believe I had.I exhaled softly and got out of bed, phone still in hand, and made my way downstairs.Viktor was already there.Of course …He stood by the counter, dressed and composed, like he hadn’t just been living in the same tension I had. He glanced up briefly when I entered, his eyes flickered my face before settling back into that