Semua Bab The CEO's Regret: Mommy's Return With Secret Triplets: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Two weeks in the Maldives had completely transformed them.When the Sterling private jet finally touched back down in the city, the heavy, suffocating weight of the corporate world felt a million miles away. Lucian held Zara's hand tightly in the back of the Maybach as they drove up the winding path to the estate. Zara rested her head on his broad shoulder, her new platinum wedding band glittering in the afternoon light.They were happy. They were untouchable.Or so they thought.The moment the Maybach pulled up to the grand front doors, the relaxed, peaceful atmosphere completely vanished.Marcus, the head of security, wasn't standing at his usual post by the gates. He was pacing frantically on the top marble step, his face completely pale, a heavy bead of sweat rolling down his temple.Lucian instantly felt the shift. The lethal, billionaire predator awakened in a microsecond. He stepped out of the car, shielding Zara behind his broad frame."What happened, Marcus?" Lucian demanded,

The Sterling estate was completely silent at 4:00 AM, but inside the master suite, sleep was an impossible luxury.Lucian stood by the massive, floor to ceiling windows, staring out at the pitch black grounds. He had completely discarded his dress shirt hours ago. He stood there in nothing but his dark suit trousers, a heavy crystal glass of untouched bourbon gripped tightly in his hand. The silver moonlight caught the heavy, jagged scars across his broad back, but the physical scars were nothing compared to the violent storm raging in his mind.He couldn't stop seeing the photo.Him, passed out. Broken. And that woman standing over him.A soft rustle of silk sheets broke the heavy silence.Zara slipped out of the massive king sized bed. She didn't put on a robe. She walked across the cool hardwood floor wearing only a thin, silver silk nightgown that clung to her curves, stopping right behind her husband. She didn't say a word. She simply wrapped her arms around his thick waist, pres

The grand foyer of the Sterling estate felt like the inside of a pressure cooker.Even through the massive, reinforced mahogany front doors, the deafening roar of the media mob outside was unmistakable. It sounded like an angry ocean crashing against the walls of their sanctuary. Over the security monitors mounted in the hallway, Zara could see the absolute sea of flashing cameras, satellite trucks, and hundreds of bloodthirsty reporters practically climbing over the wrought iron gates.Silas stood by the door, his earpiece glowing blue. He had a dozen elite, heavily armed private security contractors forming a human barricade at the bottom of the estate steps."The major networks are live, Mrs. Sterling," Silas reported, his voice tight but professional. "CNN, Bloomberg, global financial channels, everyone has their cameras pointed at the front door. Are you absolutely certain about this? Once you step out there, there is no taking the words back.""I have never been more certain of

The subterranean tunnels beneath the Sterling estate were a cold, damp contrast to the extravagant, sunlit marble halls of the mansion above. Built decades ago by the original Sterling patriarch for exactly this kind of catastrophic emergency, the concrete corridor stretched endlessly into the pitch black darkness.Zara moved quickly, her black stilettos clicking sharply and rhythmically against the rough cement. She had stripped off the restricting blazer of her power suit before entering the tunnel, leaving her in a sleek, sleeveless black silk blouse that clung perfectly to her curves. Lucian walked right beside her, his massive frame radiating a heavy, dangerous heat in the chilled air. His jaw was clenched so tightly a muscle feathered violently in his cheek.Above them, through twenty feet of solid earth and reinforced steel, the muffled, chaotic roar of the global press corps sounded like a distant, angry thunderstorm. Hundreds of cameras and reporters were completely swarming

The word Dowager hung in the sweltering, metallic air of the abandoned Dubai factory like a toxic cloud.Lucian froze. His massive, heavily muscled frame went entirely rigid on the filthy concrete floor. The bloody cloth in his hand slipped from his grip. He stared down at Sebastian, his pitch black eyes expanding with absolute, unadulterated horror."My mother," Lucian whispered, the words tearing from his throat like shards of broken glass.Julian wasn't the mastermind. Julian was just a desperate, humiliated puppet. The true architect of this massive, global nightmare, the one who forged the DNA documents, leaked the photos, and hired the mercenaries to permanently silence his best friend was the woman who gave him life. Victoria Sterling.A violent, suffocating darkness instantly swallowed Lucian's mind. The betrayal was so profound, so sickeningly deep, that for a microsecond, the lethal billionaire forgot how to breathe. His own mother was trying to destroy his marriage, humilia