All Chapters of THE TURNAROUND CEO: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Axel's povThe apartment smelled faintly of new paint and polished wood, but it wasn’t home. Alexa was bouncing from room to room, marveling at every corner, every window, every little detail and I forced a smile while my mind was somewhere else entirely.“You’ve got to admit, Axel, this is perfect! I mean, look at this kitchen,” she said, tapping the granite countertop. “We can cook together here, have breakfast every morning and the balcony!” She spun around with arms wide, as if she had just discovered a treasure.I nodded absently, staring out the window. The city sprawled below, people bustling about, cars weaving through streets, but my thoughts were miles away with Dami. I couldn’t get her out of my head. Was she safe? Was she happy? Did she still think of me? I hated that I didn’t know.“Axel! Hey, snap out of it,” Alexa nudged me. “This is a new beginning! A new life! Don’t just stand there looking like you’ve lost your mind.”“I know…” I forced a small laugh. “You’re right,

Dami’s POVThe dining room felt colder than usual, though the heaters were on and the lights soft. I could feel it in my bones, the kind of chill that wasn’t from the air but from the unspoken tension sitting at the table.I blinked. My fork hovered over my plate, meaningless now. “Sophia, are you sure about that?” My voice didn’t carry the accusation. It carried disbelief.Doman leaned forward, concern sharp on his face. “Sophia, how sure are you?”“I’m sure,” Sophia said, unfazed. “If you doubt me, call Rhea or check her room yourself. You’ll find them there.”My heart stuttered. Why would Rhea, the girl who had been at my side through every storm have anything to do with my documents? The papers that controlled my house, my companies, everything I had built. The thought alone made my stomach twist.Doman’s hand reached across the table, brushing mine. “Don’t overthink it,” he murmured. “Call her. Let her come downstairs. Let’s handle this calmly.”I swallowed, my hand trembling as

Doman's POV The second I pushed open Dami’s office door, a fire ignited inside me I couldn’t put out. Axel sat there like he had every right to breathe the same air as her, like he belonged in her world, in her space. My fingers itched to grab him, to tear that smug smile off his face but I forced myself to breathe and walk forward. I couldn’t let her see the storm inside me, not yet. I needed control. Everything I planned, every piece of the puzzle I meticulously laid out, was at stake. Losing my cool now could ruin it all.Dami was sitting at her desk, her face perfectly neutral, the kind of calm she wore when she didn’t want anyone to know what she was really thinking. And that made me want to shake her. I hated that she could be so unreadable, so composed, so untouchable. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She forced a smile back, but I could see the tightness of it, the polite curve that didn’t reach her eyes. Not for me. Not really. For him. Or for peace. Either

DAMI’S POV I woke up to the warmth of Doman’s breath against my neck, the weight of his arm draped lazily across my waist. Before I could even adjust my eyes, he pulled me closer, kissing my shoulder slowly. It startled me, because Doman wasn’t usually this gentle first thing in the morning. He was intense, yes. Possessive, always. But soft? Affectionate? Not like this. “Good morning,” he whispered, lips brushing my skin again. I swallowed, suddenly warm. “Why are you kissing me like this?” He only smiled, a slow, seductive smile that made my stomach flip, and trailed more kisses across my collarbone. “Because I love you,” he murmured. “And I want you.” My breath caught. The way he touched me felt intentional, too intentional. He kissed my jaw, my cheek, the corner of my lips, slowly building heat until my body softened under him despite myself. “Doman, what’s gotten into you today?” I breathed. “You,” he said simply, cupping my face. “Only you.” He kissed me again but this t

Dami’s POV My heart wouldn’t stop racing. It slammed against my chest so violently that I thought I was going to pass out right there in my backseat. His hands gripped the steering wheel hard, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the road as he sped away from the place where Rhea and I were almost killed. The word made my palms go cold. Rhea sat beside me, still shaking, one hand clutching her throat where the man had grabbed her. I couldn’t look at her for too long, doing that would make everything feel too real. The stranger’s fingers digging into her skin, my scream catching in my throat, the struggle. Axel appearing out of nowhere like some divine interruption. How did he even find us? The car suddenly slowed, pulling up in front of a house that looked simple, clean, warm-looking. Axel parked and rested his head back for a second, exhaling shakily before turning to face us. The moment our eyes met, something in his expression softened. “Are you both okay?” he asked quietly, but his voi