All Chapters of The CEO's Unwanted Wife : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

The hotel room was quiet in a way that felt almost unreal after everything that had happened that night. The chaos of the house, the flashing lights, the questions from the police, all of it seemed distant now, like something from a different world. Here, there was only soft lighting, clean sheets, and the faint sound of the city outside.Irene was asleep on the bed.She had fallen asleep quickly, exhaustion finally taking over her body. Her breathing was slow and even, her face relaxed in a way that showed how much she had needed rest. One of her hands rested loosely over the blanket, as if she had been holding onto something before sleep claimed her.Sebastian stood near the window, watching her for a moment.There was something peaceful about her like this. Something simple. It made everything else feel more complicated in comparison.He turned away.The calm of the room did not reach him. His mind was still active, sharp, calculating. Too many things had gone wrong. Too many loose

Fiona POVSunlight slipped through the half-open curtains in soft golden ribbons, painting warm stripes across the bed. I woke slowly, the way you do when your body knows it's safe and there's no rush to face the day. The first thing I felt was Maverick's lips brushing my cheek, light and deliberate, trailing across my temple, along my jaw, down to the corner of my mouth. Each kiss was gentle, unhurried, like he was savoring the simple fact that he could do this again, that I was here and letting him.I smiled before I even opened my eyes, reaching up to cup his face. My fingers found the familiar scratch of stubble, the warmth of his skin. "Morning," I murmured, voice still thick with sleep."Morning," he whispered back, pressing another kiss to my eyelid, then my nose, then my lips. "You looked too peaceful to wake up. But I couldn't help myself."I laughed softly, pulling him closer until our bodies aligned under the covers. His arm slid around my waist, hand splaying across the s

Fiona POVThe morning light poured through the nursery windows in soft, buttery waves, catching on the mobiles above the cribs and turning the room into something almost magical. Colin and Edward were still asleep, tiny chests rising and falling in perfect rhythm, their little hands curled near their faces like they were dreaming of milk and warmth. I stood in the doorway for a long minute, just watching them, my heart doing that familiar squeeze it always did when they were quiet and safe. Maverick came up behind me, arms sliding around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder.“They’re perfect,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck.“They are,” I agreed, leaning back into him. “I could stand here all day.”His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, then smiled. “It’s Raina. She wants to know if you’re free this afternoon for some shopping. Says she needs a dress for a bachelorette party.”I laughed quietly. “Shopping? With two newborns? I

Third POVThe ballroom of the exclusive members-only club in Midtown Manhattan sparkled under crystal chandeliers that cast a warm, golden glow over everything. White and blush roses climbed elegant arches, and delicate fairy lights twinkled along the ceiling like captured stars. Soft jazz played from a live trio in the corner while waiters in crisp black uniforms moved silently between clusters of women, offering champagne flutes and delicate canapés. It was the kind of event where every detail whispered money and taste.Raina felt beautiful in her emerald silk dress, the fabric hugging her curves before flowing into a soft slit at the thigh. She had styled her dreadlocks into an intricate, elegant updo that showed off the delicate gold earrings Charles had given her for their anniversary. Still, standing among these women, she felt slightly out of place, like a colorful fish that had accidentally swum into a school of elegant silver minnows.The guest of honor, Irene Murray, look

Third POVThe black town car glided smoothly through the late-night streets of Manhattan, the city lights streaking past the tinted windows like scattered diamonds. Inside the backseat, the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken tension. Annie Davies sat with her hands folded in her lap, still wearing the soft pink dress she had chosen for the bachelorette party. Her long black hair, which had been styled in loose waves earlier, now fell slightly disheveled over one shoulder. She glanced sideways at her sister-in-law, Amber Morton, who stared out the window with a tight expression, the remnants of frustration still visible on her usually composed face.The driver remained silent, focused on the road, giving the two women the privacy they needed. Annie finally broke the quiet, her voice gentle and curious.“What happened back there?” she asked. “Why did we leave so suddenly? One moment everything was fine, and the next you were pulling me out of the party like the building was on fire.”