Todos os capítulos de The CEO secret Heir: the phoenix return: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Chapter 22: The Chosen Side​The tension in the room was so thick it felt like the oxygen had been sucked out. Lucius stood tall despite his injuries, his hand resting protectively on the edge of Leo’s mattress. Julian stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the harsh fluorescent lights of the hallway.​"The juice?" Julian repeated, his voice dropping into a dangerously smooth register. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft, final thud. "Lucius, you’re clearly suffering from post-concussive psychosis. You break into a private clinic, harass my fiancée, and start accusing me of—what? Sedating a child?"​"He told her himself, Vane!" Lucius shouted, pointing a shaking finger at Julian. "The boy said the juice made the room spin. What did you put in it? Melatonin? Phenergan? Something to keep him quiet while you play house?"​I looked from Lucius’s frantic, bruised face to Julian’s calm, composed one. My heart was a drum in my ears. I remembered Leo’s wh

Chapter 24: The Nurse’s Whisper​I spent the rest of the evening in Leo’s room, watching the steady drip of the IV and thinking about Elena’s face. She hadn't looked like a woman who was just angry; she looked like a woman who knew a secret that was eating her alive.​The night shift was changing. A younger nurse I hadn't seen before, a girl with tired eyes and a name tag that read Abby, came in to check Leo’s vitals. She moved quietly, adjusting the monitor cables while I stood by the window, clutching a lukewarm cup of hospital coffee.​"He’s a strong little guy," Abby whispered, noting his heart rate. "He’s been through a lot today."​"He has," I said, my voice tight. "It’s been a long day for everyone."​Abby glanced at the door, then back at me. She seemed hesitant, her hands lingering on the clipboard. "Ms. Avery? I know it’s none of my business, but... I saw the woman who was in here earlier. The blonde one."​"Elena Valentine," I said, my eyes narrowing. "She shouldn't have be

Chapter 26: The Truth Behind the Silk​The gala was in full swing, a suffocating display of wealth that felt more like a funeral for my soul. Julian stood in the center of the ballroom, holding court with the city’s elite, his hand never leaving my waist. He wanted the world to see his prize.​But I wasn't his prize anymore. I was his judge.​"Nina, you look pale," Julian whispered, leaning down. His breath smelled of expensive bourbon. "Is the necklace too heavy?"​"It’s perfect, Julian," I said, my voice as cold as the stones around my neck. "Everything is perfect."​I scanned the room and saw her. Beatrice Valentine was standing near the arched balcony, watching me with a look of pure, frozen triumph. Beside her, Elena was nursing a glass of wine, her eyes red-rimmed but sharp. They were waiting for the kill.​"Julian, I need a moment," I said, pulling away. "The heat is getting to me."​"Don't be long, darling," he said, his eyes tracking me like a predator. "The toast is in ten m

Chapter 28: The Devil’s Bed​I crept back into the Vane estate through the servant’s entrance, my skin crawling as I discarded my mud-stained robe and slipped into a silk nightgown that felt like a shroud. I had just spent an hour in the dark with Lucius, breathing in his desperation, and now I had to climb into a bed that belonged to a monster.​I reached the master suite and slid under the heavy duvet. The room was freezing, the air conditioning humming like a low, mechanical growl. Just as my head hit the pillow, the door opened.​Julian walked in. He didn't turn on the lights. He moved through the shadows, the silhouette of his broad shoulders blocking the faint moonlight coming through the window. He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.​"You’re awake," he said. It wasn't a question.​"I couldn't sleep," I whispered, my heart hammering so hard I was sure he could see it through the silk. "The house feels too quiet without Leo."​Julian reached out, h

Chapter 30: The Sound of the Siren​The silence of the lodge was shattered by a sound that felt like a physical blow—the high, piercing wail of a police siren. But inside that room, the world had already stopped.​I was on my knees, my torn wedding dress splayed around me like the broken wings of a bird. I didn't see the officers rushing in. I didn't see the red and blue lights strobing against the wood-paneled walls. I only saw Leo.​He was so small. His body was limp, his skin a terrifying shade of grey-blue. He looked like a doll that had been discarded, his chest barely moving as he fought for the air Julian had tried to steal from him.​"Leo! Baby, please!" I screamed, my voice raw and jagged. I pulled him into my lap, my hands shaking so violently I could barely feel his pulse. "Open your eyes! Mama is here!"​Across the room, Julian didn't even look like a human anymore. He was pinned against the wall by two officers, his face bruised and bleeding from Lucius’s fists. But even