All Chapters of THE CEO'S SECRET INDULGENCE: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The fortress had many centers of power, but if someone had lived there long enough, they would know that real decisions were not always made in meeting rooms or war rooms.Sometimes they were made in Deborah’s office.That afternoon, Deborah sat behind her desk with three folders open in front of her, a pen in her hand, and a headache slowly building behind her eyes. Outside her office window, the courtyard was quiet, guards walking their usual routes, staff moving in and out with documents and trays. Everything looked normal.But inside the fortress, nothing was normal anymore.A knock came at her door, but before she could answer, Aston walked in anyway.“You should really start locking this door,” Deborah said without looking up.“You should really stop pretending you don’t want to know everything that happens in this fortress,” Aston replied, sitting in the chair across from her desk.She finally looked up. “What do you want?”“I just came from Caelum’s floor,” Aston said. “They w

The day after Caelum’s announcement, the fortress moved under a strange, tense calm.Deborah arrived in her office early, long before the rest of the staff. The sun had barely started to rise, streaking pale light across the marble floors, and the quiet made the fortress feel almost empty, though she knew it wasn’t. She sat behind her desk, hands folded, staring at the folders before her but barely reading the contents.Her mind kept returning to the meeting from the previous night. Caelum had made it abundantly clear: Luna was untouchable. And that made everyone else, in a sense, disposable. Not that she wanted anyone harmed—but in that world, those who stood in the way of his personal protection often did not survive unscathed.A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.“Come in,” she said.Aston entered first, followed by Knight. Both of them carried that mix of unease and attention she had learned to recognize over the years. Deborah had worked with both of them long enough

The next morning, Deborah woke to the sound of rain tapping against the windows of her office. The fortress had a strange hush to it, almost as if it were holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. Outside, the courtyard glistened with wet stone, and the normally vibrant greenery of the grounds drooped under the weight of the storm. Inside, the atmosphere was equally tense, though quieter in a different way, the calm before the storm that she knew was coming.Deborah spent the first hour reviewing reports from the previous day, cross-referencing movements of the younger brothers, council members, and their contacts outside the fortress. Patterns were forming, subtle but deliberate: small transfers of funds, coded messages, and unaccountable changes in personnel schedules. Each anomaly was like a whisper of intent, something that could explode into chaos if not contained.Aston entered, drenched from the rain, brushing water off his shoulders. “I swear,” he muttered, “if Cael

The fortress was quieter than usual that evening, a stillness that carried both comfort and foreboding. The rain had slowed to a drizzle, leaving slick stone floors and a faint, earthy scent that clung to the corridors. Deborah sat at her desk, the lamplight casting long shadows across the room, highlighting the neat stacks of reports, dossiers, and intelligence logs she had spent the day reviewing. But even with all the data in front of her, her thoughts kept drifting to one place—and one person.Luther’s presence.A soft, familiar knock on the door broke her reverie.“Come in,” she said, her voice steady though her pulse quickened.He entered, his posture casual, but with the unmistakable alertness that Deborah had learned to recognize over the years. He carried himself like a man who knew how to navigate danger, always aware of potential threats, yet somehow, in her office, he felt… different. Human. Vulnerable in ways the fortress rarely allowed.“You’re late,” she said, though he

The night passed quietly, but Deborah did not sleep long. She rarely did when the fortress was in a delicate balance. By the time the first light touched the highest towers, she was already awake, standing near the window of her office, looking down at the courtyard below. Guards were changing shifts, their movements synchronized and efficient. Servants moved quietly along the edges of the walls, carrying trays, documents, and supplies. Everything looked normal.But Deborah knew better.Nothing was ever normal when power was shifting.She heard the door open softly behind her and didn’t turn immediately. She already knew who it was.“You should sleep more,” Luther said quietly.She gave a small smile but kept her eyes on the courtyard. “And you should stop entering my office without announcing yourself.”“You never stop me,” he replied.She turned then, leaning lightly against the window frame. “Because you never come here without reason.”Luther walked further into the room, setting