Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE CEO'S SECRET INDULGENCE: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Days passed first. Then weeks.At the beginning, Deborah told herself it was temporary. Caelum had always needed space when his anger burned too hot, and she had learned long ago how to give it to him. Silence was safer than sharp words. Silence could cool things down.But this silence was different.No messages. No sudden appearances in doorways. No clipped warnings disguised as concern. Caelum did not check the perimeter when she arrived late. He did not leave reports on her desk with red-ink notes in the margins. It was as if he had erased her from his orbit entirely.The brothers noticed.Knight was the first. He stopped asking where Caelum was during briefings. Lucio grew unusually quiet, his humor dulled at the edges. Aston watched Deborah more closely than usual, his gaze lingering as if searching for cracks he couldn’t yet name.Luther noticed too, though he never said it aloud.It was Caelum’s absence that echoed through the halls more loudly than his anger ever had.Deborah

Days later, the confirmation came quietly.The Doctor finished her examination without urgency, washing her hands before turning to them. Her expression was neutral, professional, but her eyes softened when they landed on Luna.“It’s confirmed,” she said. “You’re pregnant.”The words did not echo. They didn’t need to.Luna felt the room tilt, her breath leaving her all at once. “Pregnant?” she repeated faintly.Knight stiffened. Aston’s composure fractured, his brows drawing together as disbelief crossed his face. “That’s… that’s certain?”“Yes,” the Doctor replied calmly. “Early stage. But very real.”Luna’s hand flew to her mouth. Her thoughts scattered, fragments of panic and disbelief colliding in her chest. Deborah placed a firm hand on her back, grounding her.“It’s okay,” Deborah said quietly. “You’re safe here.”Knight exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “How did we miss this?”“Because she didn’t know,” the Doctor said. “And because the symptoms were subtle at f

The news did not stay quiet for long.Secrets had a way of surviving only in small rooms, and the fortress was far too large, with far too many eyes and ears. By afternoon, the atmosphere had changed completely. Conversations stopped when Luna passed. Guards bowed lower than before. Servants avoided looking directly at her, as if she had suddenly become something fragile and dangerous at the same time.Luna noticed.She was walking slowly through one of the inner corridors with Deborah when two servants quickly stepped aside and lowered their heads.“They never did that before,” Luna said quietly.Deborah did not answer immediately. She watched the servants disappear around the corner before speaking. “Things are changing,” she said carefully.“I don’t like it,” Luna replied. “I feel like everyone knows something I don’t.”Deborah stopped walking.“They do,” she said.Luna turned to her. “Then tell me.”Deborah studied her face for a long moment, as if deciding how much truth Luna cou

The next day did not feel like a crisis. That was what made Deborah uneasy.There were no alarms, no raised voices in the corridors, no emergency meetings being called every hour. The fortress had settled back into something that looked like normal life. Guards rotated shifts, staff carried trays and documents, doors opened and closed with quiet routine. Anyone visiting would think this was just another powerful household running on discipline and silence.But Deborah had lived here long enough to know that the most dangerous days were the quiet ones.She sat in her office, a large room lined with shelves of documents, maps, and old records that most people in the fortress did not even know existed. The window behind her desk was open slightly, letting in cool air that moved the corner of a paper on her desk.She was reading reports—shipments, territory disputes, financial summaries, security updates. Numbers and names and locations. Normal work. Ordinary work.But her pen had stopped

The days began to fall into a strange rhythm after that.Mornings were quiet. Deborah would visit Luna to check on her, sometimes bringing reports she didn’t really need just so she had an excuse to sit and talk. The doctor came every few days. Knight was almost always nearby, silent as a shadow. Aston appeared at random hours just to make sure Luna didn’t feel like a prisoner, even if technically she still couldn’t walk anywhere alone.Caelum was the only one who did not follow a schedule.Sometimes Luna would not see him the entire day. Sometimes he would appear in the evening and sit in the same room as her without speaking much, just reading documents or taking calls, as if her presence alone was something he needed to confirm with his own eyes.It was on one of those ordinary afternoons that something unexpected happened.Deborah was in her office again, reviewing documents, when someone knocked on her door rapidly—three short knocks, a pause, then two more. Not panic, but urgent