Alle Kapitel von THE COLD-HEARTED CEO'S REBORN LOVER : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

“What nonsense are you spewing?!” Miranda screamed at her husband, her hand crashing onto the table as she stared at him with blazing fury. “I demand an explanation!”“Ahem”. Raison cleared his throat softly, cutting through the tense, warlike atmosphere. “Honey, we might go bankrupt if we don’t take a loan as soon as possible.”“Since when did things get this bad, and you couldn’t even share it with me?!” She clutched her head, her voice cracking as she screamed. “And now the only solution you can think of is to get a loan from Jake Kirk?!”At that instant, Cleopatra, having overheard everything, sprinted into the study, her heart pounding. “Mom! What’s wrong?!”Miranda slowly turned her head and froze at the sight of her daughter. “Baby, come here.” She pulled Cleopatra into a warm hug, patting her hair gently. “It’s nothing, your father and I were just having a minor conversation. Isn’t your debut today? Why don’t you go get dressed? We’ll take you—”Before Miranda could finish, Ra

“Haha. I’m a polymath,” Cleopatra said, a sly glint dancing in her eyes. “I adapt, I evolve. Something I know is far too difficult for you, isn’t it?”A shiver ran down Guinevere’s spine. This wasn’t a casual jab; every word dripped with piercing truth, sharp enough to cut through the bravado she carefully wore. Her pulse quickened, and for a heartbeat, she faltered, retreating inward, scrambling to mask the cracks where she was weakest. Cleopatra’s gaze bore down on her, steady, unrelenting, merciless an invisible weight that made her chest tighten.“Hmmm.” Cleopatra’s lips curled into a faint, almost polite smile, but the fire in her eyes warned that calm would not last. Her gaze sharpened as she asked softly, “Are you not going to do your makeup?”“That’s true,” Guinevere said, her smile blooming with quiet delight. Lifting her chin, she settled back with regal ease, a queen claiming her throne. “I think I’ll sit properly and have my makeup done.”“Heh—like a queen,” Guinevere adde

One of the decorators’ hands tightened around Cleopatra’s shoulder, grounding her in the moment.“If Guinevere were even half this stunning, we’d all be doomed,” someone murmured from the shadows, their voice a mix of awe and reluctant relief. “Thank God she isn’t.”Joss’s smile faded into something more thoughtful. “This is the first time I’ve seen her so disorganized,” he said quietly. “She’s never acted like this before. Almost as if she’s afraid of something, something I can’t quite put a name to yet.”Cleopatra laughed softly, sensing the direction the conversation was heading and stepping in before it could take a sharper turn. “Maybe she’s just tired,” she said lightly, her tone easy and dismissive, neatly closing the subject. She gently removed his hand from her shoulder, her calm presence once again steadying the room.***Two weeks had passed since Cleopatra began her tenure at INK Model, and in that time, she had yet to encounter Calvin. Though they were part of the same co

“Are you alright, sir?” one of the staff asked, stepping forward on instinct.He had barely reached out to help when Calvin’s gaze snapped to him sharp, lethal, and unforgiving.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Calvin growled, his voice fierce and possessive, cutting through the air like a blade.No one dared to speak. The room seemed to constrict, as though an unseen force had closed its grip around every throat. Many had never even realized Calvin was present; his name alone was enough to silence a room but now, with his anger no longer contained, the atmosphere turned lethal. The weight of his presence pressed down on everyone, sharp and unforgiving. Even the photographer stood rigid, hands trembling at his sides. The air was so tense that not a single breath dared rise too loudly, let alone a cough.Guinevere cut in at once, her words spilling out in a rush. “I’m so sorry,” she blurted, her hands curling nervously at her sides. “I didn’t mean to push you.”She pressed

In a single, breathless motion, Calvin leaned in until his lips hovered a whisper away from hers close enough that she could feel his warmth, close enough that time seemed to stutter. Then he brushed her mouth, barely there, a fleeting touch so tender it unraveled her senses. Her breath caught, and for a heartbeat she almost chased his lips with her own.But he veered away.His mouth found her neck instead, claiming the delicate line with slow, deliberate hunger. Once. Twice. Then again, each pressed deeper than the last, as if the restraint he’d been clinging to finally shattered. A shiver raced through her, heat blooming beneath her skin. Her body betrayed her before her thoughts could form, her head tipping back on instinct, exposing more of herself, silently inviting him closer.His mouth drifted to her ear, teeth grazing it in a sharp, deliberate bite that sent a jolt straight through her. At the same time, his thumb slipped between her lips, coaxing them open just enough to stea