All Chapters of The CEO My Accidental Lover : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Elodie Upon hearing the word come out from me, Travis’s face instantly drains of colour. “It can't be Mason of all people.” He chuckles bitterly, shaking his head.He's trying to steady something inside him but it seems not to be working. I can see it. The storm gathering behind his lashes, the tightness in his jaw.“I wish I am,” I whisper as my voice splinters and falls apart just like everything else is about to.I never imagined Mason would ever find out about his son, not after how much I have hidden him all these years.Travis fingers presses tight by his side as he glares at me, gritting through his teeth. “Then why the hell did you hide it from me?”“Because you never asked about it," I say quickly, stepping forward. My chest rising and falling like a tide. “And I was afraid to open up. But please, hear me out first."He scoffs, eyes narrowed. “Afraid, you said?” he repeats.“Mason…” My throat dries instantly around the name. “Mason was my ex-husband. The part of me I’ve spen

TravisStars scatter across the sky like nothing in the world is going wrong as I pull into the driveway speeding on the lonely road, The night passes slowly with the cloud standing in the distance when I eventually get back to my house. “Daddy!”Liam calls, rushing towards me. He crashes into me, arms wrapping around my waist like he always does. But it feels different this time.“Hey, champ,” I say, with a forced smile.“You return late today.” he mutters, almost sounding like he's playfully questioning my movement.“I was outside with a friend,” I mutter.Then he smiles and lifts his arms. “Carry me.”Exhaling quietly for half a second, I lower and pick him up, but as I walk a step, I see his mother, standing near the staircase. “Welcome back,” she says softly.I give a faint nod, still facing the hallway to my room.“Travis… Can we talk?” she says very calmly.“I’m exhausted.” I reply, and continue heading striding.“Please,” she insists, following a step. “Just for a few minute

Elodie Standing near the cooker, I stir slowly at the pot, the steam rising around my face though my mind is filled.Mostly I wish for people to change but I also know that wishes are losing games, and if it were to be horses, beggars would ride on it, and I'd be far away from this mess I’m facing.But reality isn't a fairy tale. I know I cannot just disappear or wait for a miracle to walk up to me, but one thing is still sure, I won't back down.I'm done lurking around this penthouse, making empty wishes that won't change anything or even come to pass.And in the same way, I won't accept defeat, not today. Not after all these years of suffering alone raising Liam all by myself.I exhale deeply, then turn the knob, lowering the heat, an idea already concluded in my head.“I can't stay here anymore,” I puff out air. “I don't have to drag Travis into any of these.”Quickly I rush to the sink and turn on the facet, scrubbing my hands furiously. “Focus, Elodie… focus.” I grab the fluffy

TravisMy elbow digs into the table across the stack of files staring back at me as I hold my head up like it is the major problem at the moment.Then a yawn clawing its way out of me before I can stop it. I drag both hands down my face, pushing the tension away, but it still clings stubbornly.Suddenly, a deep breath, that is not my own, jolts me. I look up and see Elodie standing. She gives me a cursory glance, her chest is rising and falling like she is being chased down to this place. “You’re back,” I say, shifting in the executive chair. I quickly glance at my wristwatch, then to the window, noticing the dim sky swallowing light.“Short tour?” I askShe exhales, lips forming an arch. “Not quite interesting. I see you have tough employees,” she says, folding her arms. “But I need to get something straight.”I sit up straighter now, glaring. “Okay.”She lifts her chin before speaking. “Do I have the permission to stand up for myself?” Her gaze doesn’t waver. “Because I won’t go e

ElodieBy my second month as manager, the office has already begin to breathe differently.Deadlines once treated like polite suggestions are now met with quiet urgency and carefulness.I reshuffle teams, and cut out inefficiencies with a steady hand. Reports now come in cleaner. Some people call it structure but behind me, a few like Ms Mara, criticise it.“Like I’m saying,” Travis’s voice carries across, smooth, “we’ll be leaving this morning. I trust everyone here to maintain standard operations until I’m back.”He pauses, scanning faces before continuing.“You may all go now.”Soon chairs start to scrape gently as the hurdle comes to an end, conversations start to rise in hush tones.I remain still for a second, gathering my notes, when a shoulder slams into mine and I look up.Mara doesn’t even bother pretending it was an accident. Her lips twitch like she wants to smile but won’t want it to be obvious, probably because of Travis.“Excuse you,” I say, calmly.But she doesn’t resp