All Chapters of The CEO's Dangerous Line: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The soft glow from the city lights spilled across the living room when Aizen stepped into the apartment.His tie hung loose around his neck. The sleeves of his black shirt were folded to his forearms, exposing veins that stood out sharply beneath pale skin. He looked exhausted, colder than usual, yet the moment his eyes landed on Estella sitting on the sofa, his expression shifted almost imperceptibly.Estella was holding the bullet.The same bullet that had almost torn through her body two nights ago.She sat quietly beneath the dim lamp, turning the metal object between her fingers like she was trying to understand something hidden inside it.Aizen closed the door behind him.“You shouldn’t keep staring at that thing.”Estella lifted her gaze slowly.For a second, neither of them spoke.The apartment was too quiet.Too intimate.Too dangerous.Aizen walked closer, stopping near the sofa. His eyes moved to the bullet in her hand before returning to her face.“Don’t let anyone bring y

Aizen realized Estella’s desk was empty the moment Vivianne walked into his office carrying several Aether project reports.“These are the revised audit files from legal, Sir.”Aizen accepted the folders without much interest. His eyes drifted automatically toward the secretary division outside the glass wall.Empty.No sound of typing.No faint vanilla coffee scent lingering in the air.No Estella.“Where is Ms. Duan?”Vivianne blinked slightly at the sudden question.“Ms. Duan is on leave, Sir.”The pen in Aizen’s hand stopped moving.“Leave?”“Yes.” Vivianne checked the tablet in her hand. “She submitted the request last night. She said it was for a family matter.”Aizen slowly lifted his gaze.For a few seconds, the room felt strangely quiet.Estella had left without telling him.And somehow, that bothered him more than it should.Vivianne straightened her posture instinctively after noticing the shift in atmosphere.“Is there a problem, Sir?”“No.”The answer came too quickly.Ai

The room stayed silent long after the video ended.Only the faint humming sound from Lionel’s old laptop filled the darkness.Estella stared at the black screen without blinking. Her chest felt tight, but strangely… not shattered.Not like before.Because for the first time in years, she saw something different in her father’s eyes.Not betrayal.Fear.Pressure.And something that looked painfully close to desperation.Beside her, Aizen stood motionless with both hands inside his pockets. His expression was calm, unreadable, but his jaw had tightened enough for Estella to notice.The air between them felt heavy.Dangerous.Too many truths were trying to crawl out at once.Slowly, Estella stood from the chair.“I need some air.”She turned around, intending to leave the room before her thoughts buried her alive.But Aizen’s voice stopped her halfway.“Do you really think our fathers were selfish enough to kill each other?”Estella froze.Her heartbeat stumbled.The question echoed stra

The morning air in Greyford felt colder than usual.Estella stood near the kitchen counter with a cup of tea in her hand, staring blankly at the steam rising from it. Her grandparents were still asleep upstairs. The house was quiet. Too quiet.And silence was dangerous for someone whose mind refused to stop thinking.Last night replayed inside her head in fragments.Aizen’s hands.His voice against her skin.The way he looked at her like he was holding himself back and losing at the same time.Estella closed her eyes briefly.Bad idea.Because now she remembered the warmth of his body in her bed.Her bed.In this house.Inside the room where she used to cry herself to sleep after Lionel disappeared.She tightened her grip around the cup.“Stupid,” she muttered under her breath.Not because she regretted sleeping with him.That was the problem.She did not regret it enough.A soft vibration came from her phone on the dining table.One new message.From Aizen.Her chest tightened immedi

The city lights outside Estella’s apartment blurred behind the thin layer of rain sliding down the glass window.She stood there silently for a long time.Too long.The anonymous photo still glowed faintly from her phone screen on the coffee table behind her.A younger version of Aizen.Charles Noir Deveraux.Her father.One frame.One secret.One crack large enough to split everything she believed into pieces.Estella slowly closed her eyes.Her chest felt tight.Not because of fear.Because somewhere along the way, things had become personal.Dangerously personal.Aizen Deveraux was no longer just a suspicious man standing near the truth she was trying to uncover.He had become warmth.Protection.Temptation.Confusion.And maybe the cruelest thing of all—hope.A shaky breath escaped her lips.Her fingers tightened around the edge of the window curtain before she finally walked back toward the sofa.The apartment was quiet.Too quiet.Only the ticking clock and distant thunder fill