บททั้งหมดของ The CEO's Unwanted Wife : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Fiona POVI walked into the studio Monday morning still half-floating. Sebastian had woken me up with kisses on my neck and coffee already on the nightstand. He was moving almost normal again, the shoulder barely bothering him, and the house smelled like us again. I was stupidly happy.Then the freight elevator dinged.Two guys in delivery uniforms rolled in four enormous crates on dollies. The whole studio stopped dead.“Delivery for Fiona Blackwood,” one of them said, handing me the tablet to sign.I signed without thinking, then looked at the labels.Italian silk dupioni. Hand-dyed organza in the exact shade of sunrise I had cried about for two weeks. The batch that was supposedly lost forever. Twenty bolts. Paid in full. Express from Milan.I just stood there with my mouth open while Pierre, Mia and Orlando came running.“Mon Dieu,” Pierre gasped, dramatic as always, hand on his chest. “That’s the fabric! That’s THE fabric!”Mia snatched the invoice from my hand and read the pur

Third POV Sebastian pushed the bedroom door with his shoulder, still carrying Fiona in his arms as if she weighed nothing. The dim light from the hallway came in behind them, drawing their two naked bodies in long golden shadows. He didn’t even bother to turn on the bedside lamp. He didn’t need to. Her scent, the heat of her skin, the sound of their hurried breathing was already light enough. He threw her onto the bed with force. The mattress sank, she bounced twice, laughed hoarsely, and already opened her legs without any shame, eyes shining with pure naughtiness. Sebastian stood at the edge of the bed, staring at that spectacle: Fiona all spread out on the white sheets, heavy breasts rising and falling fast, hard nipples, thighs open, the red, swollen pussy shining with his cum that was still slowly leaking out. “Look at you,” he said, voice so deep it seemed to come from his chest. “All open for me, dripping what I put inside. My woman. Mine for real.” Fiona bit her lower lip

Fiona POV The whole hall seemed to vibrate in a way I had never felt before. Every time a buyer raised their hand and shouted huge numbers, one hundred and fifty thousand pieces for Europe, two hundred thousand for Asia, three million dollars in pre-sale just in the first hour, Pierre let out a muffled little scream behind me, Mia squeezed my hand so hard it almost hurt and Orlando had already lost count of how many glasses of champagne he had drunk just from pure happiness. I exchanged looks with them, trying to keep that professional smile we learn in marketing college, but inside I wanted to jump, scream, cry, hug everyone, all at the same time. It was happening. After so much struggle, sleepless nights, doors slammed in my face, blatant sabotage, the Empower Female Sport line was selling out right there, in front of my eyes. I had never felt so alive, so myself. We had done it. Until Paul Skinner showed up beside me, like a dark cloud in the middle of a blue sky. Champagne g

Third POV The next morning dawned clear, the sun coming in through the huge windows of the Blackwood mansion. Fiona woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of Sebastian moving around in the kitchen. She went downstairs still in her nightgown, hair messy, eyes swollen from sleeping so much and crying the night before, but body relaxed after everything they had done until the sun came up. Sebastian was wearing gray sweatpants, no shirt, making pancakes with red berries. When he saw her in the doorway, he gave that crooked smile that always undid her. “Good morning, jealous wife,” he joked, but the voice was affectionate. Fiona crossed her arms, pretending to make a face. “Good morning, husband who answers ex’s calls at two in the morning.” He dropped the spatula, wiped his hands on the dish towel and went to her. Hugged her by the waist, kissed her forehead. “Today I end this jealousy once and for all,” he said seriously. “We’re going to visit Ross. You’ll see with you

Fiona POV Some time passed and I could hardly believe what was happening around me. Sometimes I stopped in the middle of the company hallway, looked at the walls full of posters from our campaigns, the shelves of trophies that started to arrive, and thought: this is real. I did this. The women’s sports lingerie department of Empowear Co. had become the absolute star of the company. After the historic launch of the Empower Female Sport line, sales simply exploded and never stopped. In less than six months we launched three more complete collections: the Performance Pro line with temperature-regulating fabric, the Curve Power line made especially for plus-size bodies with perfect support, and the Night Run line with reflective details that became a fever among nighttime runners. Each collection broke record after record. I saw my pieces everywhere. In the most expensive gyms in the city, in photos of influencers with millions of followers, on the covers of fitness magazines, even on