All Chapters of Married to the cold CEO: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Elena lingered at the edge of the terrace, the city sprawling beneath her like a constellation of ambition, power, and endless possibilities. A gentle breeze teased the strands of her hair, but it was the quiet that struck her the most—a silence so profound that even the faint hum of distant traffic seemed muted, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Tonight marked a turning point, though she could not yet see the full shape of what it would become.Damian appeared beside her without a sound, his presence firm yet unintrusive. His hand brushed against hers briefly, a simple gesture, but one that carried the weight of unspoken promises and tentative trust. “Tonight,” he said quietly, “we step beyond old fears. Every decision, every challenge… this is where we begin to rewrite the rules of our lives.”Elena turned toward him, searching the familiar intensity in his eyes, and found something she had rarely seen: hope. It was fragile, delicate, but unmistakable. “I want to believ

Uncertainty settled quietly over the city, not as a threat but as a question waiting to be answered.Elena noticed it while standing at the edge of the balcony, fingers resting against the cool railing. Below, traffic moved in patient lines, people carrying on with lives that didn’t feel suspended by secrets or consequences. For once, she didn’t envy them. She was learning that clarity often arrived only after chaos had burned itself out.Behind her, Damian was on a call—voice low, measured, stripped of the steel that once defined every syllable. When he ended it, he didn’t speak right away. He joined her instead, shoulder brushing hers, presence steady without demanding attention.“That was the legal team,” he said finally. “Vivienne’s investors are pulling back.”Elena exhaled slowly. “So she’s losing ground.”“Yes. But she won’t disappear quietly.”“I wouldn’t expect her to.” Elena turned toward him. “Some people don’t know how to exist without conflict.”Damian studied her face. “

Footsteps echoed softly along the marble corridor, each sound measured, deliberate, as if Elena were walking across something invisible that might collapse if she moved too fast.The Cross estate had always felt vast, almost intimidating—but tonight it felt suspended, like a place holding its breath. Lamps glowed low against the walls, casting elongated shadows that seemed to stretch and retreat as she passed. She had returned here willingly for the first time since everything had fractured, and the realization settled in her chest with equal parts fear and resolve.This wasn’t about comfort.It was about courage.At the far end of the corridor, a door stood slightly ajar.Damian’s study.She stopped a few feet away, fingers curling slowly at her sides. In the past, she would have hesitated—waiting for permission, bracing for rejection, preparing herself to retreat with dignity intact.Now, she knocked.“Come in,” Damian’s voice answered, low and steady.Elena stepped inside.Stacks o

Silence settled between them like an unspoken question, heavy but not hostile. It was the kind of quiet that existed only after storms—when the damage had been done, when words had been exhausted, and when both hearts stood exposed without armor.Elena sat by the wide glass window of the penthouse lounge, fingers loosely wrapped around a porcelain cup she had long forgotten to drink from. Outside, the city glowed in fractured lines of gold and white, distant and indifferent. Inside, however, everything felt painfully close.Damian stood several steps away, near the bookshelf he rarely touched. His suit jacket lay discarded on the back of a chair, sleeves rolled up, posture less rigid than the man the world knew. He looked… human. Tired. Stripped of the cold authority that once defined him.Neither of them spoke.Not because there was nothing to say—but because too much hovered between them.Since the night everything changed, something fragile had taken root. Trust, perhaps. Or the be

Silence lingered differently after courage had spoken.Elena felt it as she moved through the penthouse that evening—no longer heavy, no longer sharp. It hovered gently, like a breath being held not in fear, but in anticipation. Everything around her seemed unchanged, yet something fundamental had shifted between her and Damian, as though a door once sealed had finally been unlocked.She paused near the window, city lights stretching endlessly beyond the glass. Her reflection stared back at her—calmer, steadier, no longer bracing for impact. Loving Damian had once felt like standing on unstable ground, never certain when the earth would give way. Tonight, the ground felt… real.Footsteps approached behind her.Damian stopped a few steps away, unsure whether to close the distance or give her space. That uncertainty alone told Elena how far he had come.“I ordered dinner,” he said quietly. “But if you’d rather—”“I’m not hungry,” she replied, turning toward him. “Not for food.”Somethin