All Chapters of Married to the cold CEO: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Wind howled through the tall glass windows of the Cross Tower, rattling them like the building itself shared the tension within its walls. Elena Harper stood in the dim light of Damian’s private office, the glow from the city below washing her face in fractured reflections of silver and gold. Behind her, the thunder rolled—heavy, deliberate, a warning echo of the war that was about to erupt.She could feel Damian’s presence before he spoke. It was the way the air shifted, the temperature dropping just slightly, the rhythm of her heart instinctively reacting to him even before her mind did.“You shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly, his voice controlled but strained.Elena turned to face him, her chin lifted. “Neither should you.”Damian’s jaw flexed. His tie hung loose around his neck, the first few buttons of his shirt undone—a rare sight that revealed more than he ever meant to. His eyes, though, were the same piercing storm-gray that had once terrified her, the same ones that now co

Wind rippled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Cross Enterprises, carrying the faint hum of the city far below. Elena stood in the boardroom, her reflection shimmering on the glass — two versions of herself, one that smiled to survive, and one that silently crumbled.Damian hadn’t arrived yet. His chair — the black leather one at the head of the table — sat empty, looming like a throne and a warning.She inhaled deeply. The merger documents were spread before her like battle plans. Every signature, every seal, every clause whispered the same truth — someone inside the company was feeding information to Julian Crane.“Mrs. Cross,” Adrian’s voice broke the silence, gentle but steady. “You shouldn’t be here alone. He’ll be furious if he finds out you’ve seen the confidential files.”Elena didn’t look up. “He already is furious, Adrian. Just not for the right reasons.”He hesitated. “You mean—”“I mean,” she interrupted, finally turning, “that someone close to him wants to see him f

Elena’s reflection wavered in the dark window of Damian’s penthouse, city lights flickering like distant fireflies beneath her fingertips. The skyline looked endless from here—an ocean of glass and steel—and yet she felt trapped in a cage made of luxury and silence.Behind her, Damian’s footsteps echoed faintly on the marble floor. He didn’t speak, not yet. She could sense him, though—the quiet storm of his presence, the way he filled the room even when he said nothing.“You’ve been standing there for almost an hour,” he said finally, voice low, carrying a hint of fatigue he never allowed anyone else to hear.Elena turned, meeting his eyes through the dim light. “I’m trying to remember why I agreed to this life,” she replied, her tone steady though her chest tightened. “Every day, I think I understand you a little more—and then you do something that makes me realize I don’t know you at all.”He exhaled through his nose, setting his glass of whiskey on the counter. “You think knowing m

A restless wind rattled the tall glass windows of Damian’s penthouse, carrying with it the low hum of thunder from the distance. Inside, the air was thick with silence—an unspoken war between truth and fear. Elena stood by the window, her reflection fractured against the glass, staring at the city lights that blurred like tears.She didn’t hear Damian come in, but she felt his presence. That quiet, commanding gravity he carried with him, like a storm that could either destroy or protect. He said nothing at first—just watched her, the tension between them humming like a live wire.“You met Julian,” he said at last, his voice calm, too calm.Elena turned, startled by how easily he’d read her. “You had me followed again?”“I didn’t need to,” he replied, stepping closer. “Julian never makes a move without purpose. And when he does, it always involves what I care about most.”The words landed between them like a confession, unguarded and raw. What he cared about most. For a heartbeat, Elen

Music floated through the marble ballroom like smoke—sweet, soft, but carrying an edge that made Elena’s pulse thrum. Crystal chandeliers threw shards of light across the polished floor as the nation’s most powerful gathered beneath the gilded ceiling. Every movement, every whisper, carried tension tonight.Elena adjusted the silver mask on her face, its edges brushing her cheekbones as she scanned the crowd. Damian stood near the balcony, sharp in a tailored black suit that mirrored his mood—cold, controlled, but quietly watching everything. His tie matched her gown, an unspoken signal that they were united, even if their hearts were still learning what that meant.She felt the weight of every secret pressing between them. The contract. The lies. The ex-fiancée who had returned to claw back what she lost. And somewhere in this glittering crowd, Marcus Blackwell—Damian’s stepbrother—moved like a shadow waiting for the perfect strike.Elena’s hand tightened around her champagne flute.