All Chapters of The CEO'S Forgotten Promise : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Sara Michaels “Kingsley… wait,” Sara whispered shyly, her voice barely above a breath as they stood just outside the bathroom door. Her cheeks were still flushed a soft pink, and her pulse felt unsteady, racing from everything that had just happened. She couldn’t believe how bold he had been ....fingering her under the table in front of his family, then following her into the bathroom and making her come again while everyone sat nearby. The memory made her heart flutter with a mix of nervous excitement and embarrassment. Kingsley paused and turned to look at her. His expression was calm and composed, but a playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Sara lowered her gaze for a moment, twisting her fingers together nervously. “We can’t keep doing this here… not like that,” she said softly, her words hesitant. “Wait until we’re alone, just the two of us. Then… we can do everything. Everything you want.” She bit her lip, feeling fresh heat rush to her face. “I still

Tom McCarthy Tom stormed into his new house, the front door slamming violently behind him. His blood was boiling, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. “Fucking unbelievable,” he growled to himself as he paced the living room like a caged animal. “Lucy? That pathetic whore has been sabotaging my app the whole time? And her husband dares to blackmail me? After everything I’ve given that bitch?” He kicked a side table, sending a crystal vase crashing to the floor. “Everyone is against me. Sara runs off with that bastard Kingsley, Emily’s been acting strange, and now even Lucy stabs me in the back. I trusted them. I gave them everything. And this is how they repay me?” His voice echoed through the empty halls as he continued muttering angrily. “I should have known. Women are all the same — greedy, lying, manipulative. Sara was the worst of them. Running away like a coward. But I’ll make her pay. I’ll make all of them pay.” Still fuming, Tom headed ups

Tom McCarthy Tom sat on the cold marble floor for what felt like hours, the empty whiskey bottle still clutched loosely in his hand. The house was deathly silent around him, the kind of silence that pressed down on his chest and made it hard to breathe. He finally pushed himself up, legs unsteady, and staggered toward the liquor cabinet again. His fingers fumbled as he grabbed another bottle .....this one older, more expensive. He didn’t even look at the label. He just twisted the cap off and took a long, burning swallow. The alcohol scorched its way down his throat, but the pain in his heart remained sharp and unrelenting. He took another slow sip, then another, his movements heavy and mechanical. The liquid warmed his stomach, but it did nothing to quiet the storm raging inside his mind. “Sara…” he whispered brokenly, his voice cracking in the empty room. He paced slowly across the living room, the bottle dangling from his fingers. Every few steps he stopped, staring

Sara Michaels “Kingsley,” Sara said quietly but firmly, her voice steady despite the tension in the air, “we should check the CCTV cameras. There must be footage of what happened on the stairs.” The entire party had gone still after Valerie’s dramatic fall. Whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire. Valerie was still on her feet, brushing off her dress with exaggerated movements, shooting accusatory glares at Sara. Valerie immediately stepped closer to Kingsley, reaching out to cling to his arm with both hands, her voice sweet and pleading. “Kingsley, you don’t need to bother with cameras. It was clearly an accident. Sara must have been standing too close. I’m sure she didn’t mean to trip me.” Valerie curled her trembling lips, her eyes were watery with tears. She shot a glance at grandma Eleanor and deliberately dropped a few tears, hoping to gain sympathy. Sara watched the scene unfold without flinching. She kept her posture straight, arms relaxed at her sides, ref

Sara Michaels As Sara and Kingsley began to walk toward the exit, Eleanor’s clear, elegant voice cut through the murmur of the party. “Sara, Kingsley ....wait a moment, please.” They stopped. Eleanor approached with slow, graceful steps, her expression was so warm yet tinged with sincere regret. The guests nearby fell quiet, watching the scene unfold with curious eyes. The earlier tension still hung in the air like a delicate fog. Eleanor reached them and gently took both of Sara’s hands in her own, giving them a light, reassuring squeeze. “My dear Sara,” she began softly, her voice full of warmth and apology, “I am truly sorry for the unnecessary drama Valerie caused tonight. It was completely unacceptable, especially on my birthday. I will speak to her properly tomorrow and make sure she understands that such behavior will not be tolerated again in this family.” She let out a small, elegant sigh, her eyes showing quiet disappointment. “Valerie has been a close family friend