บททั้งหมดของ THE CEO'S FORBIDDEN FLAME : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The gala began exactly on time.If anyone sensed that something was wrong, they did not show it.The doors to the grand ballroom opened wide, and the night poured in dressed in silk, diamonds, and controlled ambition. Laughter rose like music. Cameras flashed in rapid bursts. Names were announced with reverence and pride.Valerie Kings stepped into the light.And the room bowed.She moved with unshakable grace, every step measured, every breath controlled. Her black gown caught the light just enough to remind everyone that darkness, when mastered, could be magnificent.No one would have guessed that her heart was splintering.No one would have guessed that her sister was missing.Applause followed her like a living thing as she crossed the marble floor. Donors leaned forward, eager. Board members straightened. Rivals smiled thinly, already calculating.Valerie smiled back.Perfectly.Ethan stood at the perimeter of the room, half shadowed, watching her with a mix of awe and dread. He

Vivian opened her eyes slowly.Light filtered in from a narrow window high above her, pale and unfamiliar. The room smelled clean, almost clinical, yet nothing about it felt safe. The walls were bare. No art. No clocks. No sound except the faint hum of electricity somewhere beyond the ceiling.She tried to move.Pain shot through her wrists.She looked down.Her hands were free.That realization came with confusion rather than relief.She sat up cautiously, heart racing, breath shallow. The blindfold was gone. The ropes were gone. Her body was intact.That terrified her more than restraint ever could.The door across the room opened without warning.A man stepped inside.He was tall, dressed simply in dark slacks and a crisp shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. No mask. No attempt to hide. His hair was threaded with silver, his face composed in a way that suggested patience rather than urgency.Vivian shrank back instinctively.The man stopped several steps away, giving her

The lights went out without warning.One second the ballroom glowed in gold and crystal. The next it was swallowed whole by darkness.Gasps tore through the room. Glass shattered somewhere to the left. Someone screamed. Chairs scraped against marble as bodies shifted instinctively toward exits that no longer mattered.Emergency lights did not come on.That was the first true sign of terror.Valerie stood frozen at the center of it all, the echo of her own speech still ringing in her ears. Her heartbeat thundered so loudly she thought others might hear it.This was not a technical failure.This was control.Ethan moved instantly.He stepped into her space, his hand closing around her wrist with firm certainty.Stay close, he said low and fast.She did not argue.Around them, voices rose in confusion.What is happeningIs this part of the programSomeone get securityA dull thud echoed from one of the main doors.Locked.Valerie felt it in her bones.Her phone vibrated again.She did no

Ethan realized she was gone the moment the door slammed.The sound cut through the chaos sharper than any scream.Valerie.He pushed forward, ignoring the hands gripping his arms, the voices barking instructions. Someone shouted for him to stay back. Another tried to block his path.He did not stop.He twisted free with raw force, shoulder slamming into a security guard hard enough to send the man staggering. Gasps rose around him as people recoiled.Sir you cannot go that way.Ethan did not answer.He was already moving.His heart pounded with a violent rhythm that drowned out everything else. The ballroom was a maze now, filled with bodies and fear and flickering emergency lights. Somewhere beyond all of it, Valerie was alone.And that was exactly what they wanted.He cut down a side corridor, boots striking marble, eyes scanning for any sign of her. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it.Focus.He ducked into a service hallway, breath controlled, mind razor sharp. He knew t

It began as a whisper.A vibration in pockets. A glow in palms. A sharp intake of breath from someone staring down at a screen instead of the darkened room around them.Then it spread.Valerie felt it before she saw it. The shift in the building’s air. The way panic thinned into shock, then sharpened into something far more dangerous.Recognition.Her phone buzzed violently against the conference table.Signal restored.For one breathless second, hope flared.Then she saw the notification.Video circulating now.Her blood ran cold.She opened it.The screen filled with grainy footage. A bedroom. Familiar. Intimate. A woman lying still on a bed. A man’s voice, low and tense. Another woman laughing nervously.The angle was wrong. Too low. Too hidden.A child’s hiding place.The clip cut abruptly after twenty seconds.No context. No names. No ending.But it was enough.Enough to tear open the past.Valerie’s hand flew to her mouth. Her knees nearly buckled.They leaked it.Not all of it.