Todos los capítulos de THE CEO’S RUTHLESS COMMITMENT (hidden obsession): Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Third person’s POV"Will you stay if I tell you everything?"Layla's voice cracked and she stood watching Naomi almost walk out the door.There was a deep tension in the room. After a long pause, Naomi turned her eyes. "started talking "Layla exhaled slowly. "I own the cafés. Ninety percent of cafés in Europe is Lá váz. I own them."Naomi blinked in confusion. "What?""Yes. I own them." Layla repeated.Naomi's mouth was wide open, but before she could speak, Layla continued. "My father left me a huge amount of money before he died. The money was left under Caleb’s control. He was the only one who knew about it and---"Naomi screamed suddenly, cutting her off. "I knew it!"Layla jerked slightly, startled. "You knew what?"Naomi lifted a finger dramatically. "Actually, there are two knew-its."Layla frowned. " Is knew-its even a word?"Naomi rolled her eyes. "Don't ruin my moment.""Fine, go ahead... what did you 'knew' ?" Layla said, making inverted comas in the air with her finger

Layla’s POVThen I saw movement.An SUV pulled up.Gun shots exploded.The air smelled of burnt rubber and gunpowder, sharp and acrid, as the last echoes of gunfire faded into the night.My body laid pressed to the asphalt, trembling violently, my hands clutching at my chest like I could hold my heartbeat in place. The world was spinning, the streetlights wobbled like candles in a storm.A shadow rose decisive and deliberate. The man in the black SUV stepped out , tall, broad-shouldered, his presence slicing through the panic around me. His eyes locked on mine before anyone else, a calm certainty radiating from him.“Ava !” The voice was familiar, steady, a lifeline. I squinted through the blur of fear and recognition hit me like a punch.Caleb.I opened my car door without hesitation, his hands gentle but firm as they held me out of the car. I was shivering violently, caught somewhere between relief and disbelief.“It’s…it’s okay”, he said softly, his thumb brushing a trembling

Third person’s POVBack in Europe….Layla’s phone buzzed on the table. A strange number appearedNo name. She frowned and picked it up.“Hello?”There was a brief pause.Then a voice she knew too well cameDeep and Steady. Familiar in a way that hits her chest hard.“Layla.”It was Viktor.Her blood turned cold.Before he could say anything else, she cut the call and blocked the number instantly with shaking fingersHer throat felt tight.Her heart felt even worse.She didn’t want to hear that voice.Not now and not ever.Before she could breathe, her phone rang again.She picked it up with an existing fury.Then she realised it was Caleb.She answered with a sharp, stiff tone.“What?”Caleb paused. “hey… Slow down, would you? You sound… are you okay?”“I’m fine.” Her voice was clipped. “Why are you calling”There was a short silence, then Caleb spoke.“Enzo was arrested.”Layla sat up. “What? Why?”Caleb didn’t answer that part.Instead he said, “He’s being held at Westwood police un

Layla’s POVI walked past Caleb and the bodyguard without saying a word. My steps were slow, steady, but each one felt heavy in my chest. I could feel Caleb’s eye on my back, sharp, watchful, and stubborn.Behind me, Caleb leaned closer to Drew and whispered, his voice low but firm, “She will come around. I need you here… and trust me, she does too.”I heard it . But I didn't care.Drew only gave a small nod. His posture didn’t shift, but his presence alone felt like a wall.I unlocked my door and stepped inside.The silence hit me first. Then I saw Naomi standing right in the center of the living room like she had been planted there. Her eyes were red, slightly swollen, and her fingers twisted nervously around the edge of her sleeve.I paused at the door.For a second, the word What are you doing here? rose in my throat. But I swallowed them and turned away instead, moving towards the staircase.I didn’t take two steps before Naomi reached gently and held my arm.“Layla… please. Wait

Third person’s POV “You’re speaking in parables,” she said this time, her voice was low, confused and guarded.Caleb’s brows pulled, then he inhaled slowly.“The son of your father’s business associate. The one who used to visit your home often. A… family friend, in a way. You both went to the same school. You played together. You were… close. As childhood besties”Layla shook her head slowly, eyes narrowing in disbelief.“No,” she whispered. “ I don’t remember anyone like that.”Caleb stepped forward and pulled a chair. The sound scraped across the quiet office.“Sit, Ava,” he said softly.Layla hesitated, then lowered herself into the chair. Her chest felt tight. Caleb sat opposite her, elbows resting on his knees and fingers interlocked.“There’s a lot surrounding your parents’ death,” he began. “Too much and I decided to let you remember them naturally. Through your own memories. I didn’t want to force them on you.”Layla watched him quietly, her heartbeat thudding even more.