All Chapters of The CEO'S Forgotten Promise : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Sara M. Salvatore“You’re sure nobody else knows about this?” I asked quietly as I sat across from the lab technician, my fingers tightly wrapped around my handbag while my heart pounded nervously inside my chest.The woman adjusted her glasses before nodding politely. “Everything here is confidential, Mrs. Salvatore,” she assured me calmly as she organized a few files on her desk. “No one has access unless you authorize it personally.”I let out a slow breath, but it did little to calm the anxiety eating at me alive.For the past few days, I had barely been able to think straight. Kingsley tried comforting me constantly, but the more I replayed everything in my head, the stronger the feeling became. It was no longer just fear or confusion anymore. Something inside me genuinely believed there was a terrible truth hiding somewhere.And I needed to know it. Even if it destroyed me.“I want the test repeated completely,” I said firmly, though my voice still shook slightly from nervousnes

Amanda. S. McCarthy“Why does she only act like this with me?” I cried helplessly as Aurora pushed the spoon away again, sending baby food spilling onto the floor while her loud cries filled the dining area.The nanny standing nearby shifted uncomfortably before speaking softly. “Maybe she’s just tired, ma’am,” she said carefully while glancing nervously at the screaming child.“Tired?” I repeated sharply, my patience snapping instantly as I looked down at Aurora with frustrated eyes. “She has been crying since morning.”Aurora’s crying only grew louder after hearing my raised voice, making my chest tighten painfully. I closed my eyes for a brief second and inhaled deeply, trying to calm myself before I completely lost control of my emotions.For the past few weeks, everything had become harder. Aurora refused to sleep peacefully, cried endlessly whenever I carried her, and constantly pushed me away no matter how much attention or affection I gave her. Yet around other people, she sud

Sara M. Salvatore "Kingsley, I need you right now."Sara pulled him down onto the bed, her hands already tugging at his shirt. They had barely closed the bedroom door before she was on him. Kingsley kissed her hard, kicking off his shoes as he pushed her back onto the mattress."You sure you don't want to talk first?" he asked, breathing against her neck while his hands moved under her top."No talking about the bad stuff tonight," Sara said. She sat up enough to pull her top over her head and tossed it across the room. "Just us. I want to feel you."Kingsley nodded and removed his own shirt. He looked at her for a moment, then leaned in and kissed her again. His hands roamed over her bare skin as he unhooked her bra. Sara reached down and unbuckled his belt. They moved together, shedding the rest of their clothes until nothing was left between them.He positioned himself between her legs and entered her slowly. Sara gasped and gripped his shoulders. "Like that," she said. "Don't rus

Sara . Salvatore "Why are you all looking at me like I’m the villain in this story?"Sara stood in the middle of the grand living room of the family mansion, her voice cracking under the weight of their stares. Her hands trembled at her sides as the memories of the riverside café attack flooded back ...... the sudden silenced gunshots, Kingsley shielding her, and the two gunmen choosing suicide over capture. She felt raw, exhausted, and completely alone despite her husband standing beside her.Auntie Ivy, Kingsley’s father’s eldest sister, set her teacup down with a sharp clink. “No one is calling you a villain, Sara. But you have to see how this looks from our side. Grandma Eleanor’s entire personal fortune ..the estates, the shares, the millions .... left to you. Not to her own grandchildren. Not to blood. To you. And then, just weeks later, two armed men open fire on you and Kingsley in public? It’s suspicious.”Aunt Clara nodded, her expression cold. “Exactly. Those gunmen targe

Sara M Salvatore"There we go, sweet girl. Sleep tight."Sara gently laid Elly down in the crib, pulling the soft blanket up to her chest. The baby stirred a little but settled quickly, tiny chest rising and falling steadily. Sara stood there for a long minute, watching her, the fresh bandage on Elly’s forehead a painful reminder of how close she had come to losing her. The fierce protectiveness still burned in her chest.She finally turned off the main light, leaving only the night lamp on, and stepped out of the nursery. The hallway was dimly lit, quiet except for the distant faint sound of the mansion’s air conditioning. As she walked toward the master bedroom, her mind kept turning.Tom’s words from months ago wouldn’t leave her alone.He had cornered her once at a charity event, his smile cold. “Watch your back, Sara. Not everyone smiling at you wants you alive. Some want what you’re about to get.” At the time she had brushed it off as another empty threat from a bitter ex.But n