All Chapters of THE CEO'S SECRET INDULGENCE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Deborah stepped out of the private room with a calmness so perfectly controlled that no one would ever guess where she had just been or what she had just allowed to happen. Her breathing had already steadied, her expression impeccably smooth, her hair and gown flawless as always.On the outside, she looked untouched. Untouched by Luther’s sudden appearance. Untouched by his confession. Untouched by the way he pulled her back into feelings she swore she had buried.She walked down the corridor, back toward the event hall, rehearsing what she would say if any of her brothers questioned her disappearance. She would simply shrug. “I was on a call.” “I needed a minute.” “Don’t make it dramatic.”But the moment she crossed the threshold into the grand hall, her steps faltered.Something was wrong.The once-elegant event glistening with chandeliers, glass sculptures, and golden décor was now a storm of panicked movement. Guests trampled over the marble floors, some crying, some pushing each

“East wing corridor. We found more evidence. We’re following the trail.”Static crackled in response, but another voice broke through “Copy. Proceed with caution. Unknown number of hostiles remain unaccounted for.”Caelum lowered Casper’s wrist slowly, eyes narrowing. “Move. But stay sharp.”They advanced deeper, leaving the hall’s faint noises behind. Every step felt like wading through invisible pressure, thickening the air, squeezing Deborah’s lungs.The silence among them wasn’t empty, it pulsed with tension and fear the Valmeres refused to voice aloud.Knight swept ahead, eyes scanning every corner. “There’s more blood here… someone was hit.”“Is it his?” Deborah whispered.Knight didn’t look back. “We don’t know yet.”Lucio crouched again, studying the floor. “There’s a footprint drag marks. He resisted. Hard.”Deborah’s nails dug into her palms. “Good,” she whispered viciously. “He wouldn’t go quietly.”Caelum’s jaw clenched at that, pride and terror blending in his eyes.They

The words “I planted a bomb here” were still hanging in the cold basement air when Samuel Renard’s lips curled into a jagged, manic grin, the kind that spoke of a mind splintered long before tonight. His bruised hand trembled as he lifted something small, metallic, black, no bigger than a car key and for a moment Deborah swore the entire world seemed to shrink around that single object.A detonator.“Say goodbye, everyone! This is the ending of your lives,” Samuel rasped, voice cracking under the weight of his own madness. “You’re all coming with me to hell. You're all gonna die! You gonna pay for all of your debts! You are all gonna wish to beg for me, to not click the denotator. I am your Lord! Neg me first so that I will save your lives!”Before anyone could react..... before Caelum could strike, before Knight could pull the trigger, before Lysander, exhausted and barely standing, could even flinch, Samuel pressed the button.A sharp click echoed in the concrete room. A sound too s

The car ride to the company felt longer than it should have, even if the city blurred past her window in a streak of lights and muted noise. Deborah sat perfectly still in the back seat, her hands resting on her lap, fingers interlocked tightly as if holding herself together by force. The driver said nothing, and she was grateful, she didn’t have the energy to answer questions or entertain the typical small talk. Her mind moved on its own, drifting between the silence of the present and the echoes of what had happened two nights ago, every corner of her memory still soaked in adrenaline and smoke.When the car finally pulled up in front of the Valmere corporate building, a looming glass structure framed by polished steel, Deborah felt a faint pressure settle in her chest. Reporters gathered outside even at this hour, cameras flashing whenever a familiar face appeared, but security kept them at a distance. As soon as the guards spotted her, they ushered her through the private entrance

When the meeting finally adjourned, the air in the executive room lingered with tension. Board members gathered their papers with stiff movements, murmuring among themselves as auditors and Authority officers stepped out to cross-check security footage. Deborah remained seated for a moment longer, letting the weight of everything that had been said settle on her shoulders like an invisible cloak she couldn't remove.Knight stood near the door, jaw tight, posture rigid, his eyes fixed on her with a mixture of exhaustion and restrained frustration. He didn’t speak until everyone was gone, until even the faint echoes of footsteps had disappeared down the hallway.“Luna,” Knight called sharply.The secretary, who had been hovering nervously outside the door, peeked in, clutching her tablet with both hands.“Yes, sir?”“Give us a moment,” he said without looking away from Deborah. “Deborah and I need to discuss something privately. Do not let anyone enter this floor unless it’s an emergenc