All Chapters of Married to the cold CEO: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Excitement and dread twisted together in Elena’s chest as the limousine glided up the private drive of Cross Estate. Every detail of the evening was etched in her mind—the careful floral arrangements, the orchestra tuning softly in the garden pavilion, the discreet security stationed along the perimeter. The air was crisp with winter’s first bite, yet inside, the estate radiated warmth from hundreds of glowing lights.She adjusted the train of her gown, fingers trembling slightly despite her attempts to appear poised. This was not just a wedding; it was a declaration. A statement. A rebirth of trust after months of chaos, lies, and nearly broken hearts. And yet, a nagging voice whispered in the back of her mind: what if all of this was just a temporary peace?Damian had been quiet in the car beside her, eyes forward, jaw tight. Normally, he radiated authority that could silence a room, but today he seemed almost fragile, his usual coldness tempered with uncertainty. Elena’s hand brush

Warmth spread through the Cross estate as Elena stepped onto the veranda, the city lights shimmering like scattered gems below. Tonight felt different. Not because of celebration or grandeur, but because of something deeper, something finally tangible—peace. She inhaled deeply, the cool air carrying the scent of fresh blossoms Damian had arranged along the balcony. Every detail felt intentional, a reminder that even amidst chaos, love and family could thrive.Damian appeared beside her silently, as if materializing from the shadows themselves. His hand found hers, fingers intertwining with effortless familiarity. He did not need to speak; she understood every emotion in his gaze. Relief, pride, and the unspoken promise that their bond was unbreakable.“Elena,” he murmured, voice low, resonant, “tonight is not about triumph over others—it’s about us. About healing what’s been broken.”Her heart swelled. Months of tension, betrayal, and uncertainty had culminated in this precise moment.

Quiet tension hung in the Cross estate, thicker than the velvet curtains that draped the windows. Elena Harper paced in her private study, mind buzzing with a mix of anticipation and unease. Everything they had endured—every rivalry, secret, betrayal, and near catastrophe—had led to this moment. Damian Cross had revealed his heart fully, vulnerability laid bare, yet tonight would demand a strength neither of them could fully anticipate.Every phone notification, every soft creak of the mansion’s floorboards, made her heart skip. She knew Damian was watching, analyzing, waiting—but tonight, it wasn’t about business. It was about trust, devotion, and the culmination of everything they had built together.Downstairs, Damian’s study reflected a different energy. Adrian Cole hovered near the doorway, ever vigilant, sensing the storm of emotions that had overtaken his boss. Damian’s eyes were focused, determined, yet behind the steel-blue intensity there was a softness few had ever seen. He

Footsteps echoed faintly along the polished marble corridor, soft but deliberate, carrying an unexpected rhythm that made Elena’s pulse quicken. She paused mid-step, pressing a hand against the cold stone wall as if the physical contact could ground her racing thoughts. For weeks, her life had been a whirlwind of betrayals, power plays, and fragile alliances, and yet tonight felt different. Tonight, the air seemed charged with the possibility of something she hadn’t allowed herself to hope for: clarity.Damian had been distant all day, buried in meetings, reports, and boardroom battles, yet every glance he had cast her way carried a weight she couldn’t ignore. There had been no words exchanged, only the subtle dance of recognition, of two people aware that their paths were intertwined, whether they wanted them to be or not.Her hand trembled slightly as she adjusted the strap of her purse, trying to focus on the task ahead rather than the whirlwind of emotion twisting inside her chest

Shadows retreated into the corners of the mansion as Elena stepped carefully across the polished marble floor, her heart still drumming with the remnants of the night’s reconciliation. It felt surreal—almost dreamlike—that after months of unspoken tension, harsh words, and hidden agendas, Damian had finally begun to lower the walls that had once seemed impenetrable. But reality intruded swiftly: there were still truths to uncover, secrets long buried that demanded confrontation.Adrian had insisted that the next step required honesty without half-measures, and now Elena felt the weight of that expectation pressing on her chest. She had chosen to trust Damian, chosen to face what lay ahead, yet uncertainty lingered like a whisper. In the soft glow of the library lamps, her eyes scanned the stacks of leather-bound books, the meticulous order a reflection of the man she had come to know and—against all odds—care for deeply.Damian appeared then, stepping out from the shadow of a tall boo