All Chapters of Married to the cold CEO: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Secrets in the Mansion

Morning light slipped timidly through the tall windows of the Cross estate, cutting pale streaks across the marble floor. Elena hadn’t slept. Her eyes, shadowed and restless, told their own story—one of disbelief, confusion, and the bitter taste of betrayal.She had stared at the photograph all night. Damian Cross and her father—standing together, smiling like allies. It made no sense. Her father had never spoken of a man like Damian. He was dead now, and the truth lay buried with him… or so she had believed.When Damian’s footsteps echoed down the hall, she quickly tucked the photo beneath a book on the coffee table.He entered the living room looking perfectly composed, his expression as unreadable as ever. “You’re awake early.”“So are you,” she replied, keeping her tone steady.He studied her for a moment, as though sensing something beneath the calm. “Rough night?”“Nothing new,” she said, crossing her arms. “Just thinking about all the things I don’t know about you.”A flicker o

Last Updated : 2025-10-05

Unspoken Eyes

Damian’s pen paused halfway through a signature. The steady rhythm of ink over paper stopped, and for the first time in hours, the office fell into a silence that wasn’t comforting. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city blinked in twilight colors—half gold, half storm.Across the desk, Elena stood stiffly, a folder clutched in her hands. She’d been rehearsing the right way to say it all day, yet now her voice refused to leave her throat.“You asked for me, Mr. Cross?” she finally managed, her tone polite, almost distant. It had been weeks since she called him Damian in public. They’d both decided it was safer this way—at least in front of the employees who whispered every time she walked by.Damian’s gaze lifted slowly. “Close the door.”The click of the latch echoed louder than it should have. Elena crossed her arms, standing her ground. Something was wrong; she could feel it in the air, heavy and electric, like a storm about to break.“You met with Julian Crane yesterday,”

Last Updated : 2025-10-07

Fragments of Trust

A faint hum filled the air as the elevator rose toward the top floor of Cross Industries. Elena watched her reflection in the polished steel walls, her expression distant, composed — almost unrecognizable from the fragile woman who once signed a marriage contract out of desperation. Somewhere between cold glances and long nights in Damian’s mansion, something inside her had shifted.The doors slid open with a chime.Every eye in the office turned to her. She could feel their whispers — the murmurs that followed her since the day she became Mrs. Cross. Some saw her as a gold-digger, others as a mystery. But Elena had learned to walk through judgment with quiet grace.“Mrs. Cross,” said Adrian Cole, Damian’s assistant, stepping forward with a clipboard. His tone was polite, though his eyes carried the fatigue of someone guarding too many secrets. “Mr. Cross is expecting you.”Elena nodded, tightening her grip on her bag. “Thank you, Adrian.”As she entered the CEO’s office, the atmosphe

Last Updated : 2025-10-07

Echoes in the Glass

City lights flickered like restless thoughts outside Elena’s window. Sleep refused to come, no matter how tightly she wrapped the blanket around herself. Her mind replayed Damian’s confession again and again — Marcus Blackwell. The reason my father is dead.Every word had carried the weight of something darker than revenge. Something that whispered danger not just for Damian, but for her too.Downstairs, the mansion was silent. But silence in the Cross estate had never meant peace — only the quiet before secrets stirred.She rose, slipping on a robe, and padded barefoot down the long marble corridor. Her reflection followed her in the glass-paneled walls — soft, pale, uncertain. It felt as if the house itself was watching her.When she reached Damian’s study, the door was slightly open again. The faintest light spilled across the hall.“Elena,” a voice said behind her.She turned sharply. Adrian stood at the end of the corridor, half in shadow. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar,

Last Updated : 2025-10-07

Shadows in the Hallway

Elena’s heels clicked lightly across the marble as she made her way down the long corridor of Cross Industries. The building was quieter than usual—too quiet. The usual rhythm of printers, phones, and murmured meetings had been replaced by an uneasy hush that pressed against the walls like a secret.She paused near the glass stairwell, glancing down into the lobby where the employees moved in hurried silence. Something had shifted. She could feel it in the air.Yesterday, Damian had canceled all his meetings and locked himself in his office for hours. His assistant, Adrian, had been uncharacteristically tense, and even Bella’s morning call had carried a tremor of worry.Elena hadn’t seen her husband since the dinner last night—a dinner filled with unsaid words and glances that burned with something between anger and longing.Now, as she approached his office, she hesitated before the frosted glass door.Do not enter unless I call for you, he’d said the night before.But that was the p

Last Updated : 2025-10-07

A Tension Measured in Heartbeats

Elena’s fingers trembled as she tried to steady the papers on her desk, the faint hum of the office air conditioning barely covering the quickened rhythm of her breathing. The door to Damian’s glass office stood ajar, and through it, she could see him — still, sharp, composed. The kind of stillness that meant something was about to break.It had been two days since the gala where Vivienne Roth had made her grand reappearance — two days since Damian’s arm had slipped, just for a second, around his ex’s waist for the cameras. That single moment had been enough to reignite gossip, and enough to tear through the fragile truce they’d built in their marriage.“Elena.” His voice carried like a blade, smooth but cutting. “Step inside.”She forced her legs to move, heels echoing on marble, a sound that somehow felt louder than her thoughts. As she entered, Damian closed the door quietly behind her. The air between them thickened, charged with a tension neither wanted to acknowledge.He didn’t

Last Updated : 2025-10-07

Scandal in the Shadows

Flashes erupted like wildfire as Damian and Elena stepped out of the black car and into the hospital courtyard. Reporters swarmed them from every direction, microphones thrust forward, questions hurled like stones.“Mr. Cross, is it true you pushed Miss Roth down the stairs?”“Mrs. Cross, do you have any comment about your husband’s alleged violence?”“Is your marriage a cover-up for something darker?”Elena blinked against the blinding camera lights, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. Damian didn’t answer a single question—his hand found hers and gripped it tightly, guiding her through the chaos with a composure that seemed carved from stone. But she could feel it—the barely restrained fury simmering beneath his calm.Inside the hospital lobby, the noise dulled to a heavy, suffocating silence. Bodyguards blocked the entrance while Adrian Cole hurried toward them, his phone still pressed to his ear.“Security’s handling the press,” Adrian said, eyes flicking between them. “Vivienne

Last Updated : 2025-10-07

Whispers Behind the Boardroom Doors

A soft murmur of conversation flowed through the marble corridors of Cross Enterprises, blending with the faint hum of the city below. Elena adjusted her blazer as she walked beside Damian toward the boardroom, her heels clicking in rhythm with the confident stride of the man everyone feared. It was another Monday, but it felt like stepping into a warzone dressed in silk and secrets.Damian hadn’t said much since their argument two nights ago. Their fragile truce, built after weeks of silence, had cracked again—this time over something she didn’t fully understand. He had grown colder, retreating behind his immaculate suits and sharper tone. Yet, she noticed the flicker in his eyes every time she spoke, like he wanted to say something but chose not to.Inside the boardroom, the air was heavy with tension. Julian Crane sat at the far end, his lips curled into a smirk that screamed mischief. “Ah, the perfect couple,” he drawled, tapping his pen against the polished table. “I was beginnin

Last Updated : 2025-10-07

A Phone Call at Midnight

The house was quiet, too quiet for Elena to sleep. Every shadow in the room seemed to whisper questions she wasn’t ready to face. She’d tucked the letter from Marcus back into Damian’s folder earlier, pretending it had never existed—but her heart wouldn’t let her rest.Damian had been in his private office since dinner, the faint glow of his computer screen spilling into the dark hallway. She could hear the soft click of keys, the occasional sigh. It had been that way for hours.By midnight, Elena gave up trying to sleep. She slipped out of bed, pulling on a sweater as she padded quietly down the hall. She hesitated at the door of his office before pushing it open just enough to peek inside.Damian sat with his elbows on the desk, head bowed, phone pressed to his ear. His voice was low, steady—yet there was a roughness to it, something wounded and tired.“Yes… I know what I said,” he murmured. “But things have changed. No one can find out. Not yet.”A pause.“No, Marcus is still missi

Last Updated : 2025-10-07

Shadows Beneath the Portrait

Soft laughter echoed down the long marble corridor — laughter that didn’t belong to Elena.She froze at the staircase landing, the sound pricking her heart like a whisper she wasn’t supposed to hear. Damian’s voice followed — low, controlled, but softer than she’d heard in weeks.From behind the half-open door of his private study, she glimpsed them — Damian standing by the fireplace, speaking to Vivienne Roth, his ex-fiancée. Vivienne’s hand lingered on his arm a little too long, her red lips curling into a smile that seemed rehearsed for his gaze alone.Elena’s chest tightened. She knew she shouldn’t eavesdrop, but the air was thick with unspoken tension, and her instincts screamed that this wasn’t a casual visit.> “You look exhausted, Damian,” Vivienne purred, tilting her head. “Running a company and a marriage you don’t even want must be… exhausting.”Damian didn’t flinch, but his silence stung worse than any denial.> “I didn’t come to discuss my marriage,” he said finally. “Wha

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