All Chapters of Married to the cold CEO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

As dawn bled faint gold over the city skyline, Elena sat upright in bed, unable to shake the whisper that haunted her since last night: Ask him about the fire. The words had crawled under her skin, restless and relentless, spinning through her thoughts like smoke that refused to clear.Beside her, Damian slept — or pretended to. Even in sleep, his expression was unreadable, as if his dreams, too, obeyed his control. His hand rested on his chest, a faint scar barely visible under the loose fabric of his shirt. She’d noticed it before but never dared to ask where it came from. Now, she wondered if that scar was part of the story the stranger wanted her to uncover.Elena rose quietly, wrapping herself in a silk robe. She stepped out onto the balcony of the penthouse, the morning air sharp against her skin. The city below was alive already, cars threading through the streets like veins pulsing with life. Somewhere down there, people were living simpler lives — lives not trapped in gilded

Damian sat in his office, the city lights flickering against the floor-to-ceiling windows, each beam cutting across his sharp features like shards of broken glass. The message from Marcus still glowed faintly on his phone screen, taunting him with every word.> You can’t hide her forever, brother. I know where she is.He hadn’t slept. Couldn’t. Every time he closed his eyes, the same memory came rushing back—his father’s voice, cold and accusing, the night everything in his world had changed. The night that made him into this man.The knock on his door was soft but persistent. “Come in,” he said, his tone low, dangerous.Adrian Cole entered, his loyal assistant and perhaps the only person Damian trusted—though even that trust had limits. Adrian’s tie was loosened, his expression cautious. “You’ve been in here all night.”“I’m aware,” Damian muttered.“Marcus has resurfaced.”“I know.”Adrian hesitated. “He’s reaching out to the board. Trying to stir trouble.”Damian’s hand tightened o

Morning sunlight cut through the penthouse blinds in thin, sharp lines. Damian Cross stood before the massive window, phone pressed to his ear, jaw set hard enough to crack marble. The skyline behind him glittered like a kingdom under siege.“Eliminate the story before noon,” he ordered. “If Julian Crane wants a war, he’ll get one.”He ended the call without a goodbye.Elena watched from the doorway, clutching her tablet. Her pulse raced—half from fear, half from the raw force that always surrounded him. “The press already ran it,” she said quietly. “Every major outlet is quoting that the merger was built on falsified data.”Damian turned, eyes glinting. “And you believe that?”“I believe someone’s trying to destroy you,” she answered, meeting his gaze. “And they’re winning.”He crossed the room, stopping close enough that she could smell the faint scent of rain and cologne. “Not yet. But I need to know who they bought inside my company.”Elena hesitated. “You think it’s an insider le

Rain poured down the mirrored walls of the city that night, blurring the skyline into streaks of silver and shadow. The storm outside Cross Enterprises mirrored the chaos inside. Damian moved through the nearly empty corridors, his footsteps echoing like thunder. He hadn’t spoken a word since discovering that Vivienne was behind the data breach.Elena followed a few paces behind, her pulse pounding, trying to read the tension radiating from him. His entire body seemed to hum with restrained fury, every muscle rigid, his jaw locked in a battle of self-control.When they reached the private elevator to the executive floor, Damian swiped his keycard so sharply the plastic almost snapped. The elevator doors closed them in—just the two of them and the faint hum of electricity.“You’re going after her,” Elena said, more statement than question.His eyes stayed on the elevator doors. “She crossed a line.”“She’s trying to push you to destroy yourself, and you’re about to give her what she wa

Morning sunlight poured through the tall glass walls of Cross Enterprises, spilling golden light over polished marble and whispering secrets across silent corridors. The city below was alive with movement, but inside Damian Cross’s empire, tension hummed like an electric current waiting to spark.Elena had barely slept. Her thoughts spun restlessly, replaying Damian’s warning, Adrian’s interruption, and that haunting look in Damian’s eyes — the one that flickered between desire and fear. Now, dressed in a cream blouse and soft gray skirt, she stepped into the elevator, her reflection staring back with a mix of determination and uncertainty.She had promised herself one thing before dawn: she would not be the frightened girl who signed a contract just to survive. Not anymore.When the elevator doors slid open to the executive floor, the energy hit her instantly. People whispered in corners. Assistants rushed down halls, their shoes tapping sharp rhythms of urgency. A tension she couldn