All Chapters of The CEO's broken vows : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“You’re finally awake,” Eli exclaimed, hugging her mother tightly. “Daddy asked us not to disturb your sleep because you were super tired.”“Daddy?” Evelyn whispered, arching a brow.“I mean… Uncle Adrian. Can I at least call him that?” Eli asked, her voice small and pitiful — and it immediately tied a knot in Evelyn’s chest.“Umm… okay, but only if he permits,” Evelyn replied cautiously, unsure how Adrian might respond.Eli turned immediately toward Adrian, seeking his permission.Adrian smiled warmly. “I’d prefer you call me Daddy instead.”“Mommy… can I?” Eli asked, looking at Evelyn for confirmation.“It’s not a good idea to call him Dad. He’s not your father, after all,” Evelyn said, though she noticed Adrian was already smiling, playing with Eli.“I’m not?” Adrian asked nonchalantly, raising a brow. He didn’t seem to buy her excuse.“What do you think, Ethan? Dad or Uncle?” Adrian asked, glancing at Ethan, who was still absorbed in his phone.“I’ll go with whatever Mom decides,”

The next morning, Evelyn’s phone rang just as she stepped out of the bathroom. She wiped her hands on a towel, glanced at the screen, and froze for a second. Adrian’s name flashed boldly across the display.She hesitated only briefly before answering.“Hello?”“They’ve been found,” Adrian said without a single greeting, his voice sharp with urgency.Evelyn’s heart skipped. “What? How—how did you get their location?” she asked, her voice tightening with a mixture of relief and anxiety.“I received another encrypted message,” he replied. “It came about an hour after you left the mansion yesterday. It had the exact hideout coordinates. I immediately forwarded it to the police. They raided the place last night and arrested all the kidnappers. I’m heading to the station now to get an update…” He paused. “Do you want to come along?”Evelyn blinked, absorbing the information. So fast. So precise. Ethan…“Sure,” she said softly. “Just give me a few minutes.”“I’m already outside the gate,” Ad

By the next morning, Evelyn felt as though she had been swallowed by a storm of responsibilities. Missing two full days meant her workload had doubled, and with the upcoming fashion show just two weeks away, every second counted. Her office was a flurry of activity — fabric samples scattered across the table, sketches pinned to boards, and her laptop buzzing with notifications. “What about the factory we were supposed to approach for materials? The one with the premium textiles?” Evelyn asked, her tone brisk as she flipped through documents. Her assistant, clearly nervous, wrung her hands. “They’re… difficult to negotiate with.” Evelyn paused. “Difficult how?” “They rejected our offers. All of them,” the assistant admitted, lowering her gaze. “We proposed three different contracts. Each time, they raised their price or added unrealistic conditions. It almost feels deliberate, like they’re targeting us specifically.” Evelyn’s eyes narrowed sharply. A thread of suspicion tugged at

After hugging her children, Evelyn glanced around the living room, taking in the soft glow of the morning sun spilling through the tall, floor-to-ceiling windows. The light danced across the polished hardwood floors, catching the subtle shimmer of the family’s art pieces and glinting off the brass handles of the furniture. At some point, Adrian had moved silently from his laptop, standing quietly beside her. The subtle hum of the mansion’s air conditioning filled the room, blending with the faint, calming scent of lavender from the diffuser on the coffee table, giving the space a serene, almost therapeutic ambiance. Evelyn’s chest tightened as she met Adrian’s gaze. “Thank you,” she murmured softly, voice low but earnest. “You’ve saved me twice now… I owe you, big time.” She brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers trembling slightly as Adrian leaned closer, checking her temperature with careful, steady hands. She winced slightly, pulling back. “I’m fine now,” she

The intruder’s grip on Evelyn’s neck tightened, each pressure point calculated to render her powerless. His strength was formidable, honed by years of training, and he struggled to make her pass out or at least immobilize her with rope. Evelyn’s thrashing, however, only served to sharpen his movements, forcing him to adjust his hold continuously. Anger flickered in the masked man’s eyes. Raising his gun again, he aimed to strike her when suddenly— “Stop!” Adrian’s voice boomed through the apartment, sharp and commanding. The intruder froze mid-action, his hand resting heavily on Evelyn’s head, gun trained directly at her. Adrian stepped forward, his every movement precise, emanating authority. “Drop the weapon if you still want to live,” he ordered, his tone cold, unyielding, leaving no room for negotiation. The intruder, barely fazed, smirked. “You arrived faster and with more men than we anticipated. Seeing the quality and quantity of forces you brought… it’s undeniable. He wa