All Chapters of Married to the cold CEO: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Whispers crawled through the glass corridors of Cross Enterprises like a storm waiting to break. Every employee knew something had shifted—an unease that hung between the gleaming chrome and cold silence of the CEO floor. Damian Cross hadn’t shown up to the board meeting that morning, and Elena, seated at the edge of the long mahogany table, could feel the weight of his absence like a ghost pressing on her chest.Julian Crane leaned back in his chair, a predator disguised as a gentleman. His smirk didn’t reach his eyes. “Seems our CEO has forgotten how to keep appointments,” he said, his voice smooth and calculated. “Or perhaps… he’s finally realized he can’t handle the storm he started.”Elena’s hands tightened around her pen. She met Julian’s gaze, unflinching. “Mr. Cross handles storms by building empires out of them,” she replied, her voice steady. “I suggest you don’t underestimate him.”A ripple of tension spread across the table. The other executives exchanged cautious looks. S

Silence wrapped the office floor like a secret no one dared to break. The mirrored windows of Cross Enterprises shimmered against the city lights, reflecting a world that looked peaceful — but wasn’t. Beneath the gloss of success, war brewed in whispers.Elena stood near the corner of Damian’s vast office, her hand resting lightly on the glass table. Her pulse thrummed with unease. The last twenty-four hours had changed everything. Damian’s secret meeting with Marcus had leaked — and though no one outside their circle knew the full story yet, rumors were beginning to bite through the building like hungry fire.She could hear the tension even in the walls. The assistants spoke softer than usual, the board members avoided eye contact, and every message that pinged on Damian’s phone made him look ten years older.He hadn’t spoken to her since last night. Not properly. Not like the man who had once held her face between his hands and whispered that she made him feel human again.Now, he w

Elena pressed her palms against the cool glass of Damian’s penthouse window, staring at the glittering city far below. Every light felt like a reminder of how far they’d drifted from the fragile understanding they once shared. Somewhere along the line, love had become a battlefield—quiet, tense, full of unspoken words and unreadable stares.Behind her, the echo of footsteps drew near. Damian’s reflection appeared in the glass—a tall figure in a black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, tension carved into every movement. His voice was calm, but beneath it lived a storm.“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said simply.Elena turned slowly. “Avoiding you would require you giving me space in the first place.”His jaw tightened. “I’ve been trying to protect you, Elena. You have no idea what’s happening around us.”“Protect me?” She let out a bitter laugh. “By lying to me? By keeping me locked in a house filled with secrets?”For a moment, neither spoke. The silence stretched, heavy with ever

Silence pressed against the high glass walls of Cross Enterprises like invisible fog. The city glittered far below—an endless stretch of neon veins and restless life—but inside Damian’s office, the air was thick with disbelief.Elena stood before him, her reflection fractured across the massive windows, her pulse hammering in her throat. She had never seen Damian look this way—drained, undone, his perfect composure cracked open like a porcelain mask.“You knew,” she said quietly. “You knew what my father did.”Damian’s gaze flickered to hers, and for a heartbeat, the ruthless CEO vanished. In his place was a man—haunted, conflicted, human.“I didn’t know everything,” he answered. “But I knew enough to keep you out of it. Your father’s debt wasn’t just financial, Elena. It was… blood-deep.”Her breath caught. “Blood-deep? What does that even mean?”He exhaled slowly, moving closer, his voice low. “Your father was part of something before I took over Cross Enterprises. A network of peop

Warm light flickered across the marble walls of Damian’s private lounge, painting golden shadows that moved like restless ghosts. The tension in the room was almost tangible—like the air just before a storm breaks. Elena stood near the window, her reflection fractured against the glass, her heartbeat thudding unevenly as she stared out at the night skyline of the city below.Behind her, Damian poured himself a drink. The clink of crystal on crystal broke the silence. “You followed me tonight,” he said flatly, voice low but razor-edged.Elena turned, her pulse quickening. “Because you lied to me.”His dark gaze flicked up, steady and cold. “You shouldn’t have been there, Elena.”“I had every right,” she shot back. “You think I wouldn’t notice when you disappear right in the middle of a crisis meeting? When Julian’s already planning to strike your company again?”Damian’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t answer immediately. He took a slow sip of his drink, eyes narrowing at her reflection in t