บททั้งหมดของ Married to the cold CEO: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Fingers brushed against the edge of the mahogany desk as Elena stood frozen, staring at the document Damian had left for her. It wasn’t the usual contract or merger paperwork she’d seen him handle—it was a confidential file bearing one name she never thought she’d see again: Marcus Blackwell.Her pulse raced. Damian’s estranged stepbrother. The man who’d been pulling strings behind every shadow of their downfall. The man who, according to Damian, had disappeared years ago.“Elena?” The voice came from the doorway—Adrian, looking uneasy as ever. His tie hung loose, his hair slightly disheveled, as if he’d been running through corridors. “You shouldn’t be here.”Her eyes lifted sharply. “Why not? This concerns me too, doesn’t it?”Adrian’s jaw tightened. “It’s not safe.”She laughed softly—a broken, bitter sound. “Nothing has been safe since I signed that contract.”He hesitated, then stepped closer, lowering his tone. “Marcus isn’t just after Damian’s empire. He’s after both of you.”T

“Is it true?” Elena’s voice broke through the uneasy quiet of Damian’s penthouse. The faint hum of the city below was the only sound between them.Damian turned slowly, his expression unreadable beneath the low amber light. “What did Adrian tell you?”She stepped closer, clutching the edge of her cardigan. “That Marcus was seen leaving Julian’s building tonight. That they’re planning something big—something that could destroy you.”His jaw tightened. “It’s not just me they’re after anymore.”Her heart skipped. “Then who?”He hesitated, the answer too heavy to voice. But the silence said enough.“Me,” she whispered, realization sinking in.Damian’s eyes softened for just a fraction of a second before his mask returned. “They’re using you to reach me, Elena. You’re the only thing I can’t risk losing.”“It’s too late for that,” she said bitterly. “I’m already caught in your war.”Damian stepped closer, his presence magnetic, overwhelming. “Then you fight beside me. You understand what’s

Two hours passed before Damian realized he hadn’t moved. The fog outside his penthouse window blurred the skyline, the city lights glowing faintly behind a sheen of mist. In his reflection, he looked like a man staring into a life he no longer recognized—half in shadow, half in regret.Elena was gone.She had walked away from the pier and into the fog as though she was walking out of his world entirely. He hadn’t followed her. Couldn’t. The truth had already wounded her too deeply.It should have felt like justice—after all the lies he’d buried—but instead, it felt like loss.A soft knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. He didn’t answer, but it opened anyway. Adrian stood there, pale and defeated, a bruise shadowing his jaw.“You shouldn’t be here,” Damian said quietly, without turning around.Adrian exhaled shakily. “You’re not the only one she’s angry with.”“Is that supposed to comfort me?”“No,” Adrian replied. “It’s supposed to remind you that this isn’t over. Marcus wo

“You wanted peace, Elena? Then brace yourself—because the empire’s burning.”2 hours. That was all it took for Damian Cross’s flawless world to start crumbling.Two hours since the press leaked confidential merger files—signed under his name but forged with his signature. The stock value of Cross Enterprises was plummeting, employees whispering in panic, investors demanding answers.Inside the skyscraper’s top-floor office, Damian’s knuckles whitened against the edge of his desk. The view below—once a symbol of his control—now mocked him.“It’s Julian,” he muttered. His voice was sharp, almost foreign, like steel trying to cut through betrayal. “He planted those documents. He’s been waiting for this moment.”Elena stood by the window, her reflection pale against the glass. “If that’s true, we can still fight back. We’ll prove you didn’t authorize the merger.”Damian’s cold eyes lifted toward her. “We?”There was a flicker of something unreadable in his tone—hope, disbelief, fear.“Yes

So many thoughts crowded Elena’s mind that she could barely hear the sound of her own breath. The night outside the glass walls of Cross Enterprises glimmered with stormlight, casting long, trembling reflections across the polished floor. Somewhere in that silence, Damian’s truth still echoed like thunder—he had known all along who destroyed her family.She turned from him slowly, her heels scraping against the marble. “You let me marry you knowing it was your company that bankrupted my father.”Damian didn’t flinch. His gaze stayed fixed on her, hard and haunted. “It wasn’t me. It was my stepbrother, Marcus. But if I’d told you then, you’d have never agreed to the marriage. And I couldn’t—” His voice cracked for the first time. “I couldn’t lose you before I even had you.”A bitter laugh escaped her lips, sharp and trembling. “You never had me, Damian. You owned a signature on a contract, not a woman.”He took a step closer. The air between them thickened like smoke after fire. “Don’t