All Chapters of The CEO's broken vows : Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Hello lovely readers, I accidentally posted chapter 59 before chapter 58, and in an attempt to correct it, I posted chapter 58 twice, here is chapter 59 again, and I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience this might have cost. please enjoy the story and don't forget, your likes and support is what keeps me going. thank youChapter 59After 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 me

Ethan, having heard the assistant’s words, rose quietly from his seat, careful not to attract attention. “I’m going inside,” he said, his tone calm yet resolute as he walked briskly upstairs, every step measured and deliberate. “Where is he rushing to?” Mrs. Montgomery asked, concern knitting her brows as she watched him disappear around the corner. “Probably to check out what’s going on on Adrian’s side,” Evelyn replied, sinking deeper into the sofa cushions. She had begun to feel an unfamiliar attachment to Adrian—an unease she struggled to suppress. Imagining the worst if Adrian’s nonchalance toward the situation persisted. She exhaled heavily, frustration and apprehension twisting together in her chest. Meanwhile, across the city at Nexus Corporation, a storm of controlled chaos unfolded. The server room hummed with a low, mechanical drone that seemed almost alive, punctuated by the hurried footsteps of engineers racing across the polished floor. Screens flickered with lines o

The warehouse fell silent. The only sound was the soft echo of Adrian’s boots against the cracked concrete floor, and the faint metallic rattle of chains still swaying from the ceiling. Dust floated through the dim rays of sunlight filtering in through broken windows, turning the atmosphere heavy, suffocating… and final. Adrian watched as the three captured men convulsed violently on the ground. Their bodies jerked, their breaths came in short bursts—until, one by one, the movements slowed… then stopped completely. One of Adrian’s men knelt beside them. He pressed two fingers to the necks of each man, checking for a pulse. After several seconds, he exhaled sharply. “They’re dead,” he said grimly. Adrian’s jaw clenched. His fingers curled into fists. “Damnit,” he muttered under his breath. Just when he thought he finally had a lead—something solid enough to pull the strings from the shadows—the line snapped yet again. He knelt beside the bodies, staring at their stiffening faces

Clara followed quietly behind Eli, her heels clicking faintly against the polished marble as she moved through the backstage hallway. The little girl, completely oblivious to the danger trailing her, hummed softly—a light, airy tune that echoed off the cold bathroom tiles as she pushed the door open. Clara’s pulse thudded with anticipation. She paused outside the bathroom door, listening to the faint splash of running water and Eli’s innocent humming. Everything was unfolding perfectly. The chaos of the fashion show had created the distraction she needed—models rushing to change outfits, stylists sprinting across the wings with garment racks, assistants juggling last-minute alterations, reporters swarming the entrance, and Evelyn… busy being Scarlett on stage. Clara’s lips curled. Her fingers flew over her phone screen. I have eyes on the girl. Get your men ready. Once she’s under control, I’ll signal you. She sent the message and slipped her phone into her purse, breath steady,