All Chapters of Married to the cold CEO: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Moonlight dripped across the marble floor like spilled silver as Elena hurried through the quiet hallway of the Cross mansion. The silence pressed against her chest—thick, almost breathing. She shouldn’t have been awake. She shouldn’t have been there at all.But the low hum she’d heard through the vent in her room had been too strange to ignore.The clock downstairs ticked once, a hollow sound that seemed to echo forever. She wrapped her robe tighter and stepped closer to the end of the hall, where faint light leaked from Damian’s private study.He never left the light on.Her heart pounded.Elena paused at the door, the faint scent of his cologne—oak and rain—floating toward her. She’d spent weeks trying to understand this man who lived behind locked doors and guarded eyes. Sometimes he was cruel, distant, unreadable. Other times, he’d look at her as though she were the only thing left in a collapsing world.And now, that same man was talking to someone at midnight.Through the thin

Morning sunlight spilled weakly across the marble floors of Cross Industries, catching the silver watch on Damian’s wrist as he leaned against his office window. The world outside looked peaceful, but inside his chest, everything felt like a storm refusing to quiet.Last night had been the first time Elena hadn’t returned home.His hand tightened around the edge of the blinds. Every rational part of him wanted to believe she just needed space, that her silence wasn’t punishment—but logic had never been his strength where Elena Harper was concerned.“Sir,” Adrian’s voice broke through the air, soft but edged with worry. “There’s something you need to see.”Damian turned sharply. Adrian rarely used that tone unless it was serious.“What is it?”Adrian handed him a file—thin, but the kind that carried weight. “Julian Crane held a private press meeting this morning. He’s claiming your new merger with ValeTech was built on falsified numbers. He said there’s evidence coming… soon.”Damian’s

Its silence that filled the mansion tonight wasn’t ordinary—it was heavy, bruised, like the aftermath of a storm that hadn’t yet ended. Elena stood by the large window overlooking the garden, her reflection dimly lit by the city’s scattered lights. Damian hadn’t come home early for three nights in a row, and each absence whispered louder than words ever could.Her hands tightened around the folds of her robe. It wasn’t supposed to matter. This was supposed to be a business arrangement, a transaction that kept her family from ruin. But every time she heard his distant voice on the phone, or caught the coldness in his eyes when they crossed paths, something inside her fractured quietly.The clock ticked past eleven. The sound echoed through the marble hallway like a heartbeat.When the front doors finally opened, she didn’t turn at once. She could tell by the rhythm of his steps that it was Damian—steady, measured, powerful. His cologne reached her first: cedar and faint smoke.“You’re

The silence between Damian and Elena stretched so thin it felt like glass—ready to shatter with the smallest sound.And even the air inside the penthouse felt different that night, thicker somehow, carrying the weight of everything unspoken. The storm outside lashed against the wide windows, wind shrieking as if echoing her thoughts.Elena stood by the fire, its glow brushing across her face, outlining the sharp edges of fear and exhaustion. She had just returned from the charity gala—alone. Damian was supposed to meet her there, but he hadn’t shown up. Not once had she imagined he’d break his promise to appear publicly by her side. Not after everything that had happened the past week.When she heard the door open behind her, she didn’t turn.Damian’s footsteps were slow, deliberate—every sound precise, controlled, as though he were rehearsing the very act of walking. His suit was damp from the rain, his tie loose, his expression unreadable.“You left the gala early,” she said finally

As the city lights shimmered through the glass walls of Cross Enterprises, Elena stood frozen near the elevator doors, her pulse quick and uneven. The board meeting had ended, but the tension it left behind lingered in the air like smoke. Damian hadn’t looked at her once—not even when he’d dismissed the board members with that calm, cold authority that made everyone in the room shrink.But she’d seen it. The storm behind his eyes. The weight of something he was trying hard to bury.“Elena,” Adrian called softly from behind her. His tone was careful, cautious—as if one wrong word might shatter everything. “He didn’t mean to be harsh. The Crane deal hit him harder than expected.”She turned slightly, her arms crossed to keep from trembling. “That’s not it, Adrian. He’s hiding something again, isn’t he?”He hesitated. “It’s not my place to—”“Please.” Her voice cracked. “I’ve been living in this mansion, this office, this... arrangement for months. You think I can’t tell when he’s lying?