All Chapters of The CEO's Regret: Mommy's Return With Secret Triplets: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The heavy oak doors of the nursery clicked shut, sealing the soft, rhythmic breathing of the triplets safely inside the darkened room.Zara leaned back against the cool corridor wall. The absolute, suffocating terror of the last hour finally hit her bloodstream. Dante Romano had bypassed their physical security. He had sat on their furniture. He had breathed the same air as her children. Her knees violently trembled, the sheer adrenaline crash threatening to pull her straight down to the hardwood floor.Lucian was there instantly.He didn't just support her; he completely enveloped her. His massive chest pressed flush against her back, his heavy, heavily scarred arms wrapping like iron bands around her waist. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin as if it were the only oxygen left in the burning building.He was shaking. The untouchable American billionaire, the monster of the eastern seaboard, was physically vibrating with pure, apocalyptic rage.

The low, rhythmic thumping of news helicopters vibrated constantly against the reinforced steel shutters of the penthouse.It had been forty eight hours since Dante Romano ordered his army of suited men to completely encircle the Sterling skyscraper. Forty eight hours of absolute, suffocating lockdown. The media was spinning wildly out of control, broadcasting live feeds of the silent, unblinking Italian syndicate blockading the most powerful billionaire in America.Inside the penthouse, the air was heavy enough to crack stone.Lucian paced the length of the sprawling, shadowed living room like a caged apex predator. He had stripped down to nothing but a pair of dark sweatpants, his broad, heavily scarred chest heaving with every ragged breath. His bare feet made absolutely no sound against the imported hardwood. He wasn't just angry; he was violently, dangerously restless.His pitch black eyes continuously darted toward the glowing security monitors on the console table. Hundreds of

The heavy steel doors of the armory slid shut, leaving the cold iron and the tactical weapons locked entirely in the dark.Lucian stood in the center of the massive executive study in the penthouse, the pitch black Kevlar vest discarded carelessly onto the imported rug. He was breathing steadily now, the feral, apocalyptic madness in his dark eyes replaced by a dangerous, consuming awe. He leaned his broad, heavily scarred back against the mahogany bookshelves, crossing his thick, taped arms over his bare chest.He watched his wife.Zara sat behind his massive executive desk. The thin black silk of her slip dress pooled flawlessly over the dark leather chair. She didn't look like a hostage anymore. She looked exactly like the reigning Sovereign of the Valerius bloodline.She picked up the heavy, secure landline. She didn't dial a corporate lawyer or a local police chief. She dialed a private, unlisted number that only a dozen people in the entire country possessed.The line clicked op

The subterranean garage of the Sterling tower smelled heavily of high octane fuel, cold iron, and absolute violence.Three matte black, heavily armored SUVs sat idling in the deep shadows, their massive engines humming with a low, guttural vibration that violently shook the concrete floor. Silas and the elite ghost squad were already loaded into the vehicles, their suppressed tactical weapons checked, chambered, and ready for a slaughter.Lucian stood at the rear of the lead SUV, his massive frame completely encased in pitch black Kevlar. The feral, devastating heat of the sunlit penthouse was still burning violently in his blood. He could still feel the phantom weight of Zara's soft bare thighs wrapped securely around his waist. He could still taste the dark, desperate devotion on her lips. Every single time he blinked, he saw her standing by the glass, completely untouchable and entirely his.He was going to completely ruin anyone who tried to take that peace away."Boss," Silas's g

The high speed biometric elevator hummed with a low, heavy vibration as it shot up the sixty floors of the Sterling tower.Lucian stood entirely alone in the metal carriage. He didn't wait for the doors to open. His taped, bruised hands moved violently, unbuckling the pitch black Kevlar tactical vest and letting it drop heavily to the floor. He stripped off the dark, rain soaked outer layer, leaving himself in just a tight, damp black t-shirt that clung flawlessly to the heavy, heavily scarred muscles of his chest.He was absolutely exhausted, his bones aching with a deep, feral chill from the freezing harbor, but his blood was completely on fire.The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.The sprawling penthouse was bathed in the warm, golden glow of low ambient lighting. The heavy steel shutters that had suffocated them for days were completely retracted, revealing the sprawling, glittering expanse of the New York City skyline. It was their city again. The invisible noose was g