All Chapters of Married to the cold CEO: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

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Lies and Half-Truths

Shadows crawled across the penthouse walls as Elena stood frozen in front of the tablet screen, her pulse thundering in her ears. The leaked files glowed back at her—Damian’s confidential documents, the ones Julian Crane had posted publicly just minutes ago.Only one thing mattered in that moment: her name appeared inside those files.Not in betrayal…But suspiciously close to it.Adrian’s voice echoed from behind her. “Elena… don’t jump to conclusions.”She turned slowly. “My name is listed under the Cross Enterprises internal breach reports. Why? Why would I be linked to anything?” Her hands trembled as she held the tablet like it might burn her.Adrian swallowed hard. “It’s not what you think. Damian only—”“Don’t lie to me,” she whispered, taking a step back. “Not now.”Her world was already shaking. She didn’t need another crack.“Damian never believed you were involved,” Adrian insisted. “Your name appears because he was trying to protect you. He flagged you as someone Julian mi

Last Updated : 2025-11-20

A Choice Wrapped in Silence

Glass shimmered faintly along the corridor walls as Elena walked ahead of the security team, her steps echoing like soft cracks in a quiet storm. Damian moved behind her, close enough to reach her if she stumbled, but far enough that she could feel the distance burning between them.Every step felt heavier than the last.The building’s private conference room waited at the end of the hall—its frosted doors glowing under the ceiling lights, looking less like a meeting room and more like a judgment chamber.The lead security officer paused and turned to them.“Mr. Cross, Mrs. Cross… please wait inside. Internal Affairs will join you shortly.”Elena’s throat tightened around the title. Mrs. Cross.It sounded painfully fragile now, like paper soaked in rain.Damian nodded stiffly. “We’ll wait.”The officers stepped aside.Elena walked in first.The moment she crossed the threshold, silence swallowed her. Damian entered seconds later, shutting the door behind him with a soft thud that made

Last Updated : 2025-11-30

Scars That Don’t Fade

Quiet tension hovered over Elena like a second skin as she stood near the tall windows of her hotel suite. The city lights blinked below, stretching endlessly into the distance—beautiful, bright, and painfully indifferent. Her reflection in the glass looked almost like a stranger: tired eyes, scraped dignity, and a heart simmering with emotions she never invited.Her suitcase lay half-open on the bed. She hadn’t touched it since arriving. Maybe because leaving Damian’s world was harder than she wanted to admit. Maybe because a small part of her kept expecting him to come storming through the door.But he hadn’t.Three days.No calls.No messages.Not even a demand, which was more his style.Instead, the news had spoken for him.Damian Cross — the invincible CEO — was collapsing.Not physically, but publicly, brutally, and fast.Cross Enterprises’ stocks were plunging.Board members were leaking inside information like piranhas tasting blood.Julian Crane was circling the company like

Last Updated : 2025-11-30

When the Walls Collapse

Faint laughter drifted from the distant end of the Cross Corporation lobby—soft, elegant, oblivious to how violently Elena’s world was already breaking apart. She stepped out of the elevator with her pulse hammering in her ears, the cold marble floor carrying the echo of her heels as though the entire building were amplifying her panic.Damian’s empire was crumbling.And no matter how strong she tried to stay, she could feel the weight of every secret pressing down on her ribs, making it harder and harder to breathe.Adrian waited near the glass security gates, his usually composed demeanor shaken. “Elena,” he said as he hastily approached, lowering his voice. “It’s worse than we thought. The board is already preparing for an emergency meeting. Julian’s people leaked the documents about Cross Industries’ overseas assets—”She forced herself to meet his gaze. “Where’s Damian?”“In his office,” Adrian said. “But he’s… not himself.”The words hit harder than she expected. Damian had alwa

Last Updated : 2025-11-30

The Night That Changed Everything

Cold air rushed into the office as Damian stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the glowing screen as if the words were capable of tearing open his skin. Elena didn’t move—she couldn’t. Her pulse thudded painfully in her ears, her breath caught between disbelief and fear.“What… what is this?” she whispered again.Damian didn’t answer. He slowly approached the desk, each step deliberate, controlled, but Elena could see the tension ripping through him. His jaw flexed sharply. His hands curled into fists.He stared at the message.DID DAMIAN EVER TELL YOU WHAT REALLY HAPPENED THE NIGHT HIS FATHER DIED?A shadow crossed his expression.“Elena,” he said finally, voice low. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”She swallowed. “Why? Because it’s true?”His silence was louder than shouting.Her pulse stumbled. “Damian—say something. Please.”He inhaled, slow and bitter. “Not here.”He reached for the laptop.But she stepped in front of it, blocking him. “You can’t just hide it.”“I’m not hiding i

Last Updated : 2025-11-30

Cracks Beneath the Ashes

Silence hung over Elena like a weight she couldn’t shake off, even though she’d finally left the mansion that once felt more like a gilded cage than a home. She sat curled on the edge of the guest room bed in Bella’s apartment, her fingers tightening around a mug of untouched tea. Steam floated upward, warm but distant—so distant it might as well have belonged to another world.She whispered Damian’s name under her breath, as if it might somehow lighten her chest.It didn’t.If anything, it made everything hurt more.For the past two days, Bella had tried everything—food, movies, distractions—but nothing worked. Elena felt suspended between exhaustion and grief, like the earth beneath her had cracked and she didn’t know where to stand anymore.She told herself she walked away for her own sanity.For her dignity.For her heart.But some things didn’t feel like victories even when they were the right choice.A soft knock sounded from the doorway.“Elena?” Bella poked her head in gently.

Last Updated : 2025-12-08

Echoes of an Unspoken Past

Uneasy stillness settled over the office as Elena stared at Damian, her heartbeat pounding like a warning she wasn’t sure she wanted to obey. Marcus Blackwell’s name still hung sharply in the air, slicing through whatever fragile calm had existed moments earlier. Adrian had barely finished speaking, yet the weight of his words lingered like a storm about to break.Damian looked as if the ground beneath him had shifted. His posture—usually rigid, controlled—wavered with something close to fear. Not corporate fear.Personal fear.Elena had seen Damian angry.Seen him cold.Seen him dangerous.But she had never seen him afraid.“What exactly is Marcus planning to expose?” Elena managed, her voice steady even though her pulse wasn’t.Damian didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his eyes drifted toward the window, where the city lights flickered against the dark sky like distant reminders of a world that was moving on without him.Adrian stepped forward carefully, lowering his voice. “He got

Last Updated : 2025-12-08

Fractures Between Hearts

A hush settled over the penthouse long before Damian entered, as if the walls themselves sensed something had broken. He paused just inside the doorway, gripping the edge of the console table as though his body could collapse under the weight of the silence Elena left behind.Her presence… it used to fill the space without her needing to speak. Now every room felt stripped, exposed, painfully hollow.He shut the door quietly, almost cautiously — as though afraid the sound might shatter whatever thin thread of control he still had left.Damian Cross, the man who made executives tremble, knew one terrifying truth tonight:He had finally pushed the woman he loved far enough that she no longer flinched — she walked away.And she didn’t look back.His pulse thudded harshly. The echo rang in his ears as he dragged himself deeper into the empty room. Elena’s favorite blanket remained folded on the couch. Her sketchbook lay open on the coffee table, the page mid-drawn, a swirl of lines that h

Last Updated : 2025-12-08

The Cottage Isn’t as Safe as It Seems

Shadows moved across the porch as Elena stepped toward the old wooden door, her pulse ticking a little faster with each footstep. Something about the night felt restless—like the wind carried whispers she couldn’t quite understand. Leaves rustled sharply in the trees behind her, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself.Harper walked up beside her with the bags. “You’re safe now,” he assured, even though a faint tremor hid beneath his voice. “No journalists. No board members. No Damian Cross breathing down your neck.”Elena forced a brittle smile. “I hope so.”Inside, the cottage smelled faintly of lavender, dust, and memories she wasn’t ready to feel. The last time she’d been here, her mother was alive, humming softly in the kitchen while stirring a pot of soup. Elena touched the doorframe lightly, grounding herself.Harper placed her suitcase by the old couch. “I’ll make tea.”She nodded, sinking onto the armchair near the window. Through the glass, the forest looked ca

Last Updated : 2025-12-08

Cracks Only Love Can Hear

Pressure wrapped around Cross Tower like an invisible fist, squeezing harder with every passing hour. Elena walked through the marble corridor with a tightness in her chest she couldn’t shake—an instinct, a warning, a whisper that today would change everything.Damian had been avoiding her since the fallout of last night’s confrontation. He wasn’t answering messages. He wasn’t picking up calls. And his usually calm leadership was unraveling one silent fracture at a time.Employees moved cautiously, whispering as if afraid their voices might trigger another collapse in the already-fragile empire.She reached his office door, her heartbeat pounding.Inside, she heard chaos—papers rustling, drawers slamming, the unmistakable edge of a man trying not to break.She pushed the door open gently.Damian stood alone, tie discarded, sleeves rolled up, eyes hollow with exhaustion. He had pulled apart nearly every file on the table. Red-inked documents and confidential reports were scattered like

Last Updated : 2025-12-08

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