All Chapters of THE CEO'S SECRET INDULGENCE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Flash.Flash.Flash.The world exploded in white light the moment Deborah stepped out of the Valmere limousine.The red carpet stretched ahead like a runway of fire, swarmed on both sides by reporters, cameras, flashing bulbs, and murmuring crowds. The massive hotel glass, gold, and steel towered above the night like a monument to power.Beside her, Caelum exited first, adjusting his cufflinks with practiced confidence. Lysander followed, then Lucio, Casper and Aston, each dressed in immaculate suits that made the media erupt in a storm of excitement.But when Deborah finally emerged poised, breathtaking, flawless.....the cameras went feral.“Knight Valmere is really handsome!”"Miss Valmere.....here!”“Oh my gosh the Gods are here! I want to marry Caelum! He is sooo hot!”Knight stepped out last, subtly positioning himself on her right. It looked casual, polite… but everyone close enough could see the controlled sharpness in his eyes like he was prepared to intercept anything harmful

The Devereaux Global Summit glowed like a kingdom built from glass and wealth. Chandeliers dripped from the ceiling like rivers of frozen gold, scattering warm light across polished marble floors. A live orchestra played softly in the background, weaving a gentle, elegant melody that carried through the grand ballroom.It was the kind of event where every step left an impression, where every face carried power, wealth, or influence. For the Valmere heirs, this was familiar ground, another realm where dominance was expected, where every conversation was a negotiation, and every smile meant strategy.Caelum stood near a cluster of investors, posture sharp, voice calm but firm as he reviewed projections they were desperate to show him. Lysander charmed hotel owners, effortlessly easing them into a discussion about international partnerships. Lucio intimidated half the tech-security moguls in the room by simply crossing his arms and giving straightforward, unfiltered analysis. Aston laugh

The lights softly brightened again, signaling that the formal part of the event was resuming. Conversations died down into quiet murmurs. Soft orchestral strings swelled through the ballroom as guests slowly returned to their designated seats.Caelum walked beside Deborah with a calm but firm presence, guiding her back to their table. His hand rested lightly at her back, not controlling, not overbearing, just enough to let her know he was watching her closely.“Fix your face,” Caelum murmured, only for her ear. “Fundano and Dad are both in a foul mood. They’ll notice everything.”Deborah inhaled slowly, straightened her posture, and lifted her chin the way she had been taught since childhood.A Valmere never breaks in public. When they reached their table, Rionessi was already seated at the head, his posture regal and intimidating even when silent. His sharp eyes flickered toward his daughter the moment she arrived....eyes that missed absolutely nothing.Beside him sat Fundano, stone-

Deborah froze for a split second, her fingers still brushing through the heels on the rack. She forced herself to blink, to turn, to breathe as if the sudden voice behind her didn’t twist something sharp inside her chest.There she was. The same girl from last night.Up close, she looked even more perfect than Deborah remembered, glossy lips, soft waves of chocolate-brown hair, eyes that sparkled with a dangerous kind of innocence. She smiled like they were old friends, like she wasn’t the girl who had kissed Luther without hesitation.Deborah straightened her posture, smoothing the gown’s skirt as she offered a polite, controlled smile.“Y-yes,” she replied, tone steady. “I’m... Deborah.”“Oh good!” the girl chirped, stepping closer, far too comfortable. “I was hoping it was really you. I’m Alaina.”Deborah nodded quietly, though her stomach tightened. Alaina… so now she had a name to the irritation. But she kept her expression soft, professional, neutral.... a careful mask she’d lea

The Devereaux Hall glimmered like a palace of glass and gold as the late afternoon sun soaked every window in warm, amber light. Their events were always extravagant, always meticulously planned, but today carried an air sharper than luxury, an heir announcement. A passing of power.Guests filled the grand foyer in swirls of silk, polished shoes, tailored suits that cost more than some people’s cars. Cameramen hovered like flies near chandeliers, whispering updates into mics, while corporate elites exchanged smiles that were too perfect to be anything but masks.The Valmere family arrived together, a walking wall of elegance and quiet intimidation. Caelum in deep navy. Lysander in sharp grey. Knight and Casper in a minimalist black suit. Lucio in a dark wine-tone ensemble that made the media turn their cameras instantly. While aston.... he is in Kuwait for another business meeting and contract signing.Deborah walked between them, radiant in a deep emerald gown that hugged her waist a