All Chapters of Married to the cold CEO: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Footsteps echoed faintly along the marble corridor, not loud enough to draw attention, yet heavy enough to announce intent.Elena felt the shift before she fully understood it.The kiss she and Damian had shared still lingered in her chest—warm, grounding, dangerous in how much it had changed. But even as she stood there, fingers still lightly brushing his sleeve, a subtle unease crept in. Not fear exactly. Awareness.Something was wrong.Damian sensed it too. His posture shifted almost imperceptibly, the softness in his expression tightening into alertness. Years of surviving boardrooms, betrayals, and corporate wars had trained him to recognize the quiet moments before impact.“You felt that,” Elena murmured.“Yes,” he replied. “We’re not alone in this building.”The private executive floor was supposed to be secure—restricted access, biometric locks, cameras monitored by Damian’s personal security team. No one moved here without permission.Except someone had.Damian stepped away f

Silence stretched between them like a fragile glass bridge—one wrong breath away from shattering.Elena stood near the tall windows of the Cross penthouse, fingers curled tightly around her phone, knuckles pale. The city lights below blurred into meaningless sparks, nothing more than distant witnesses to the storm unraveling behind her ribs. She hadn’t meant to find out this way. She hadn’t meant to hear it from anyone else’s mouth. And yet, truth had a way of ripping through the seams when it decided the waiting was over.Damian remained near the doorway, his suit jacket discarded, tie loosened, posture rigid with a tension he no longer bothered to hide. His eyes—those sharp, guarded eyes she once believed she understood—never left her back.“You’re not even going to look at me?” he asked quietly.Breath caught in her throat. Elena closed her eyes for a brief second, steadying herself. Turning around felt heavier than lifting a mountain, but she did it anyway. Slowly. Deliberately. A

Breathing came unevenly as Elena stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above her, its soft cream color interrupted by faint shadows from moving curtains. For several seconds, she couldn’t remember where she was—or why her body felt wound so tight, like a string pulled to its breaking point.Then memory rushed back.The chase.The alley.The voice calling her name.Damian’s car appearing out of nowhere.Her fingers curled into the thick blanket beneath her palms. This wasn’t the penthouse. It wasn’t anywhere Marcus would expect. The room was quiet, tucked away from the city’s noise, protected by layers of security she could feel rather than see.A safe house.She sat up slowly, wincing as soreness flared along her arm. Someone had cleaned the scrape and wrapped it carefully. The tenderness wasn’t just physical—it came from the terrifying knowledge of how close she’d come to losing far more than skin.A soft knock sounded at the door.“Elena?” Damian’s voice followed, restrained, careful. “A

Breath lodged painfully in Elena Harper’s chest as the weight of the document settled into her hands.The paper trembled, not because of the air in the room, but because her fingers refused to steady. She stood alone in the quiet study, surrounded by shelves Damian Cross rarely touched, yet somehow knew by memory. The soft hum of the city beyond the glass walls felt distant, unreal—like life continuing cruelly while hers paused on the edge of something irreversible.This wasn’t supposed to be here.She hadn’t come looking for answers. Not tonight. Tonight had been about silence, about giving herself one small corner of peace after weeks of emotional warfare. Damian hadn’t come home. She hadn’t asked why. That, alone, said everything about how fractured they had become.Yet the truth had found her anyway.Elena swallowed, eyes scanning the name printed in bold at the top of the file.Cross Enterprises — Internal Review MemorandumConfidentialHer name appeared beneath it.Not once.Not

Pressure settled behind Elena’s eyes as the car slowed at the edge of the private marina.She had not told Bella where she was going. She had not told her mother. And she certainly had not told Damian. Some decisions, she realized, were meant to be carried alone—at least at the beginning.The call from the unknown number still echoed in her mind, every word sharpened by implication rather than threat. Whoever the man was, he knew Damian. Worse, he knew something Damian had never found the courage to say out loud.Elena stepped out of the car, heels clicking against stone, the sound oddly final. The water nearby was calm, deceptively peaceful. Boats rested in neat rows, their polished surfaces reflecting the pale sky.A man stood near the railing, back turned.Tall. Still. Waiting.She approached slowly, every instinct screaming caution, but she refused to turn back. Fear had shaped too much of her life already. She would not let it shape this moment.“You said you had answers,” Elena