Semua Bab The CEO's Regret: Mommy's Return With Secret Triplets: Bab 101 - Bab 110

The sprawling executive office of the Sterling Global penthouse was completely, terrifyingly quiet.The afternoon sun cast long, sharp shadows across the imported hardwood floors. Lucian didn't sit behind his massive mahogany desk. He stood leaning casually against the floor to ceiling glass, his broad, heavily corded arms crossed over his chest. He had discarded his suit jacket and tie hours ago, leaving him in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up over his thick, scarred forearms.He was watching his wife.Zara sat perfectly centered behind his desk, occupying the King's chair. She was still wearing the sharp, midnight blue trousers and the delicate silk camisole from beneath her blazer, looking every inch the completely untouchable Sovereign.The heavy, frosted glass doors of the office suddenly hissed open.Silas stepped into the room, his weathered face completely devoid of emotion. Behind him, flanked by two heavily armed ghost operatives, was Eleanor Kensington.The ma

The historic Astor Estate sat on sixty acres of sprawling, meticulously manicured grounds just outside the city limits. For three hundred years, it had been the absolute, untouchable crown jewel of the old money establishment.Today, it looked like a highly classified military staging ground.Lucian stood on the massive, sweeping stone balcony of the main mansion, his broad, heavily corded shoulders draped in a dark, tailored overcoat against the crisp autumn air. He wasn't admiring the priceless, imported marble fountains or the centuries old hedge mazes. His pitch black eyes were completely consumed by a dark, lethal calculation, tracking the movement of his elite ghost squad across the perimeter.Four matte black, heavily armored SUVs were parked ruthlessly on the pristine, emerald green lawns."I want snipers on the east and west parapets," Lucian commanded, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sent a visceral echo over the stone terrace. He pointed a heavy, taped finger towar

The morning sun broke over the reinforced steel gates of the Astor Estate, completely illuminating an impenetrable fortress.The historic, sprawling grounds had been transformed into a highly classified military perimeter. Over two hundred heavily armed ghost operatives patrolled the ancient hedge mazes and the manicured, emerald lawns. Matte black SUVs blocked every single access road. The old money elites who had received the heavy, gold leafed invitations were currently being subjected to a brutal, three tier security checkpoint just to get their armored limousines through the front gates.Deep inside the east wing of the massive stone mansion, the King of the American underworld was completely losing his mind.Lucian stood in the center of the historic billiards room, his massive, broad shoulders wrapped flawlessly in a bespoke, pitch black Tom Ford tuxedo. The heavy fabric stretched taut across his corded chest with every ragged, impatient breath he took. He hadn't seen his wife

The sprawling, three hundred year old reception hall of the Astor Estate had been entirely stripped of its aristocratic delicacy.The King and Queen did not sit at a traditional sweetheart table. They sat on a raised, heavy mahogany dais that completely overlooked the five hundred terrified, breathless billionaires seated below them. Elite ghost operatives flanked every single pillar in the room, their tailored suits completely failing to hide the lethal, suppressive firepower strapped to their ribs.The billion dollar reception wasn't a party; it was a mandatory attendance for the conquered elites to publicly pledge their absolute loyalty to the Sterling Valerius empire.Lucian sat flawlessly beside his wife, his broad, tuxedo clad shoulders completely relaxed, though his pitch black eyes never stopped tracking the perimeter. He held a crystal tumbler of imported bourbon in his taped hand.Zara sat completely composed, an absolute, breathtaking weapon in her custom ivory silk gown. T

The heavy, intoxicating heat of the wedding night evaporated instantly, entirely completely replaced by the freezing, absolute zero of a tactical crisis.Lucian didn't ask Silas another question. He severed the encrypted comms line and threw the heavy device onto the mahogany nightstand with a violent clatter. The apocalyptic predator had violently surged back to the surface, completely overriding the devoted husband.His pitch black eyes snapped toward Zara.She was already out of the massive four poster bed. The heavy velvet duvet was pushed aside, and she was sliding her arms flawlessly into the sheer, black silk robe she had worn the night before. Her pale skin still bore the faint, flushed marks of his absolute, territorial possession, but her icy blue eyes were pure, weaponized steel."Someone was inside the estate," Lucian growled, his voice a dark, demonic vibration that shook the very air in the bedroom. He didn't bother with his ruined tuxedo. He grabbed a pair of dark tacti