All Chapters of The Ceo’s Unwanted Claim: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The morning light that bled through the cracks of the shutters was not a relief; it was an interrogation.Evelina woke up on the floor of the living room, her body curled into a tight, defensive knot. Her muscles ached with a deep, bruised stiffness, the physical residue of kneeling on concrete. Her mouth tasted like copper and dehydration.She didn't move immediately. She lay there, listening to the silence of the penthouse, waiting for the sound of footsteps, for the lock to turn, for the next phase of her punishment to begin.She wasn't broken. That was the first thought that crystallized in her mind. She was terrified, yes. She was humiliated, absolutely. But the core of her, the part that loved Chloe, the part that hated Dante, was still intact. It had just gone cold.He used her, she thought, staring at a speck of dust on the marble floor. He used a sick girl as a weapon.That changed everything. Before, she had thought this was a negotiation. Now, she knew it was a hostage situa

The deadline was a physical weight in the room, heavy and suffocating.Evelina sat at the black military-grade laptop in the main office, her eyes burning from the glare of the screen. It was 22:00. She had been working for twelve hours straight.The penthouse was silent, but it wasn't peaceful. It was the silence of a predator waiting to strike. Dante was sitting at his own desk, ten feet away, reading the preliminary reports she sent him. He was a dark, unmoving shape in the periphery of her vision, a constant reminder that any mistake would be fatal.She was dismantling Aubert & Fils.It was brutal work. She was tearing apart a century-old family legacy, finding every weak beam, every rotted floorboard, and highlighting it for Dante’s demolition crew. She had mapped the illegal trade routes, the tax evasion schemes, and the silent money paid to customs officials. She had built a weapon that would destroy them.But as she typed the final summary of the Chimera Logistics scandal, a co

The morning sun that hit the black metal shutters of the penthouse didn't bring warmth; it just heated the steel until the room felt like a kiln.Evelina woke up in the massive grey bed, her body heavy with the phantom weight of exhaustion. For a split second, in the haze of sleep, she felt a surge of triumph.I did it.The code was embedded. User_Guest_77 was inside the Valenti mainframe, a silent, digital parasite waiting to feed her information. She had a weapon now. A way to see in the dark.She sat up, pushing the heavy duvet aside. The silence in the suite was absolute.She walked to the kitchen, her bare feet silent on the polished floor. She needed coffee. She needed to strategize how to access the backdoor she had created without triggering Luca’s alarms.But when she entered the kitchen, the atmosphere was wrong.It wasn't just quiet; it was vacant. The air felt thin, sterilized.Dante was sitting at the marble island. He was dressed in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up, readi

The silence in the penthouse was no longer just an absence of noise; it was a living thing. It sat on Evelina’s chest, heavy and cold, making every breath a conscious effort. Two hours had passed since Dante had walked out of the kitchen, leaving her with the news that Chloe was gone, vanished into the black hole of his security apparatus. Evelina hadn't moved from the kitchen floor. She sat with her back against the cabinets, her legs drawn up. She wasn't crying anymore. She had passed the point of tears and entered a state of numb, vibrating shock. He took her. The thought looped in her mind. It wasn't just that Chloe was moved; it was the totality of it. Dante controlled the doctors. He controlled the medicine. He controlled the air Chloe breathed. And now, because her father had gotten drunk and shouted the truth in a lobby, Evelina had lost the right to even know if her sister was alive. The elevator chime broke the silence. Evelina flinched, but she didn't stand. She didn't

The air in Geneva was thin and cold, smelling of old money and lake water.Dante didn't speak to her in the car. He sat scrolling through messages on his phone, the earlier violence in the jet packed away behind a wall of icy professionalism. Evelina sat as far away from him as the leather interior allowed, her skin still crawling with the memory of his hands.The car stopped in front of a fortress-like building made of grey stone. Aubert & Fils."We are here," Dante said. He didn't look at her. "Check your face. You look pale."Evelina opened her compact. She applied a fresh coat of lipstick, her hand shaking only slightly. She looked like a porcelain doll that had been dropped and glued back together."I'm ready," she said, her voice dead."Good. Remember the script. You are the expert. You are the hammer."They exited the car. Dante placed his hand on the small of her back. It was a proprietary gesture, heavy and warning. He guided her through the iron gates, past the security, and