The C.E.O's Weakness 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 35

The death of Jobes Baker had detonated across every platform by sunrise. International news outlets ran it as the lead story. Blogs, podcasts, cable channels, and social media feeds all circled the same damning detail: Baker had last been seen entering the Voss-owned headquarters in New York. The very building where I had sat across from him in my office only days earlier.The timing was surgical. Someone inside the family—or close enough to pull strings—had orchestrated this perfectly. My name wasn’t printed in bold yet, but the implication hung over every broadcast like a blade. Voss heir questioned in connection with suspicious death. They didn’t need proof. They only needed the narrative to sell.By mid-morning the street below the penthouse had become a media siege. Dozens of reporters, camera crews, and photographers pressed against the barriers, microphones raised like weapons. They shouted questions at every shadow that passed a window, desperate to be the first to capture a r

The door had barely clicked shut behind Asher when Luka sauntered in like he still had every right to be here.I saw red instantly.“I see you’ve gotten yourself a new pet,” Luka purred, his eyes flicking toward the door Asher had just disappeared through. “He’s quite a pretty one, I must say. When does he bore you?”My jaw ticked so hard I thought it might crack. The memory of Asher on his knees for me just minutes ago — the way he had looked at me with those wounded eyes — burned behind my eyelids.“What the fuck are you doing here, Luka?”“Oh, me?” He smiled that same maddening smile and began circling me slowly, like a predator who knew he was safe. His fingers brushed my chest, trailing down my arm in a way that used to set me on fire. Now it only made my skin crawl. “Just an old friend paying you a visit. Swear you didn’t miss me, Kai?”I stayed stiff, every muscle locked tight, boiling with rage I could barely contain.“We were perfect together,” Luka whispered, leaning in clos

*****************Matheo’s POV************************Matheo Voss swirled the deep red wine in his crystal glass, the liquid catching the pale winter light like fresh blood. He stood on the wide balcony overlooking the family estate’s vast green fields, where purebred horses moved gracefully through the light snowfall. The contrast was beautiful — vibrant life against the quiet descent of white. He found it fitting.Soft footsteps approached. His mother came to stand beside him, regal as ever. Her dark hair was pinned up in intricate patterns that spoke of old money and older power. A lit cigar rested between her elegant fingers, the smoke curling lazily into the cold air as she watched the horses.“Maybe this will be the final straw,” she said quietly, voice smooth as silk. “The one that finally pulls your father from his madness.”Matheo let her words settle over him. He took a slow sip of wine, the rich taste blooming on his tongue. Smoke from her cigar drifted across his vision li