บททั้งหมดของ Rescued by the Forbidden CEO: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Chapter 41Hector arrived home shortly after ten at night. The weight of the day seemed to have settled on his broad shoulders, making his normally imposing posture slightly hunched. The black dress shirt he wore had the first two buttons undone, and his tie hung loosely in his right hand. His dark eyes carried a mixture of fatigue and contained fury as he walked through the front door.Theresa was waiting for him in the living room, sitting on the edge of the sofa with her legs crossed. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying so much. As soon as she saw him, she stood up quickly, her heart racing.“Hector…” she murmured, her voice hoarse.He didn’t say anything right away. He simply closed the door behind him with a soft click, dropped the tie on the center table, and walked straight toward her. Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms, wrapping her tightly against his chest. His familiar scent — a mix of woody cologne, sweat, and whiskey — enveloped Theresa like a warm blan

Salvior discovered the first solid lead shortly after eleven in the morning. Hector’s phone vibrated on the glass table in the private office of the nightclub “Inferno,” which was still closed at that hour. He answered on the second ring, his voice deep and controlled.“Hello, Salvior.”On the other end of the line, the voice of his business partner and closest friend sounded urgent, yet satisfied.“I found something concrete, boss. Marcus was seen on Tuesday night, three days before the attack on Ryan. He met with Diego — that ex-bouncer who used to work here at the club until last year. One of my contacts at the port filmed the two of them inside a black car. Marcus handed over a thick envelope. I don’t need to tell you what was inside.”Hector remained silent for a few seconds, his fingers tightening around the phone hard enough to turn his knuckles white. His dark eyes hardened like steel.“Are you one hundred percent sure it was Marcus?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.“Abs

Chapter 45The police called Johan Michaels at 9:47 a.m. on a gray Wednesday morning. The chief inspector was polite but firm: he needed him to appear at the central police station to give a statement about the Ryan Almeida case. Johan didn't hesitate. He canceled two important meetings, put on a dark suit, and drove downtown with his jaw clenched and his heart pounding.The deposition lasted almost two hours. Circular questions, suspicious glances, veiled insinuations. When he left the interrogation room, Johan was livid with rage. His clenched fists trembled at his sides. The police had no concrete evidence against him, but the narrative was already formed: an outraged father, an overprotective best friend, an ex-fiancé brutally beaten in the garage of his own building."Son of a bitch," Johan muttered as he descended the stairs of the police station, ignoring the cold that cut through the air.He didn't go home. He didn't go to the office. He got in his car and drove straight to Th

Chapter 47They didn't confess. Not yet.Hector lied with the professional coldness of someone who had faced far greater crises than this one. His face remained impassive, his voice controlled, almost clinical, while he held Johan's furious gaze from across the room."It's not what you're thinking, Johan," he said, his voice deep and firm, without any tremor. "I brought Theresa home that night because she was devastated after catching Ryan cheating on her. I stayed in the guest room. That's all. Nothing else is going on here."The words came out so convincingly that, for a second, even Theresa almost believed them. But Johan wasn't stupid. His eyes, sharp as blades, scanned them again: Hector's shirt still barely buttoned, Theresa's robe crumpled, the air heavy with something intimate and forbidden that no lie could completely erase.Johan let out a short, bitter laugh, full of pain.“Do you really think I’m going to believe that, Hector? After everything I’ve seen today? After seeing

Chapter 49Johan invited them both to dinner on Friday night.The message arrived on Theresa's cell phone at 11:43 a.m., simple and direct:“I want you two here at my house tonight at 8 p.m. To celebrate the end of this shit. No excuses.”Theresa read the message three times before showing the phone to Hector, who was beside her on the bed, still shirtless, his body marked by the light scratches from the previous night. He read it silently, his jaw visibly clenched.“He knows,” murmured Hector, handing the phone back. “Or at least he suspects enough to want to see us together.”Theresa felt a chill in her stomach. It had been almost ten days since the explosion in the apartment. Ten days of absolute silence from Johan. No calls, no messages, no visits. Now, suddenly, an invitation to dinner. “To celebrate the end of this shit,” as he himself had said. The words sounded almost sarcastic.“What do we do?” “— she asked, her voice low.Hector ran a hand over his face, thoughtful. His dark