บททั้งหมดของ Married to the cold CEO: บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

Few hours after the chaos, silence swallowed the Cross Tower. Smoke from the broken lights still lingered faintly in the air, a reminder of the battle that had shattered everything they once believed was solid.Elena stood by the window of Damian’s office, arms wrapped around herself, watching the city blink with distant indifference. Every building seemed to mock her—bright, unbroken, alive—while her own world trembled under the weight of betrayal.“It’s over,” she murmured, not sure whether she meant the fight, the marriage, or the illusion that they had ever truly trusted each other.Damian sat on the couch, his head in his hands, shirt torn and blood dried at the edge of his cuff. He looked nothing like the man the world admired—the untouchable CEO whose gaze could silence a room. He looked human now. Fragile.“It’s not over,” he said hoarsely. “Marcus may have started this, but I’ll finish it.”Elena turned, her tone sharp but trembling. “Finish it how? Another war? More lies? Ha

Lightning slashed across the city skyline as the boardroom filled with murmurs. The glass walls reflected faces twisted with confusion, greed, and disbelief. Elena stood near the edge of the room, her heartbeat echoing in her ears. She had been summoned here under the guise of a “critical announcement.” But she knew—something was about to shatter.Damian entered without a word. His charcoal suit was immaculate, but his eyes carried a storm. The air thickened the moment he stepped in. His presence demanded silence, even before he spoke.“Ladies and gentlemen,” his voice was controlled, low, dangerous. “For months, you’ve questioned my leadership. You’ve whispered about my past, my methods. Tonight, you’ll have your answers.”Julian Crane, his rival, smirked from across the room. “Answers? Or excuses, Cross? Because your empire’s collapsing under your own shadow.”Damian’s jaw flexed. “Not quite, Crane.” He turned to Elena, who flinched under his gaze—not because of anger, but because s

Faint vibrations trembled through Elena’s palms as she pressed them against the cool window of the town car. The city below churned like a restless sea—horns blaring, lights flashing, people sweeping past each other without noticing that her entire world had just ruptured. The board’s vote. The leaked documents. Damian’s empire hanging by a thread.But none of that compared to what she’d heard in his office before he noticed the door wasn’t closed properly.“I built everything so no one could ever take control of me again. And now she—Elena—she’s become the only vulnerability I can’t protect.”His voice had been raw, cracked open in a way she’d never heard.Now every word replayed with burning clarity.Damian Cross—her cold, controlled, impossible husband—was scared of losing her.Her chest tightened painfully.The car slowed to a stop outside Cross Industries’ headquarters. A tense cluster of reporters swarmed like vultures at the entrance—waiting, hungry, frantic.“Mrs. Cross, we sh

Shadows drifted across the conference room glass as Elena stepped inside, her pulse ticking with a determined rhythm she hadn’t felt in days. The air smelled faintly of coffee and tension—Damian’s signature atmosphere before a major strike. He stood at the head of the table, sleeves rolled up, jaw tight, eyes fixed on several illuminated screens showing plummeting reports, red alerts, hostile headlines.“Julian released another statement,” Adrian said quietly from the corner. His usually calm voice carried the strain of sleepless nights. “He’s accusing Cross Industries of manipulating stock values for personal profit.”Elena slid into the chair beside Damian, watching him. His expression didn’t crack, but the muscle in his jaw twitched. He’d been fighting battles on every front—business, reputation, family, and now, his own heart.“Let him talk,” Damian replied, his tone cool, deliberate. “Noise doesn’t dictate the truth.”Elena felt a rush of warmth in her chest. Every time he spoke

Footsteps echoed behind Elena as she pushed through the double doors of Cross Tower’s top-floor archive room. Papers trembled in her hands, and her breath came shallow. The world outside felt loud and sharp, but this room—cold, dimly lit, and untouched by time—carried a different kind of tension.She hadn’t intended to come here.She hadn’t intended to follow the trail she found tucked inside the envelope Julian dropped, as if by accident.But once she saw the file name—MARLOWE CASE: SEALED—she couldn’t unsee it.Damian’s mother’s name was Marlowe.His past was tied to that name.And now she was staring at a key to everything he never said.A quiet resolve settled inside her chest. If she wanted to protect him from the storm Julian was building—she needed to know what she was fighting for.A whisper of air stirred as someone entered behind her.“Elena.”Damian’s voice.She stiffened. He rarely sounded breathless, but tonight he did. He closed the door with a soft click, his gaze loc