บททั้งหมดของ Contract Bride to the Ruthless Ice King : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The morning sun broke through the storm clouds, casting a bright golden light over the quiet Manhattan penthouse. The torrential rain had finally stopped, leaving the city below looking peaceful and clean. Inside the sixty-fifth floor, the luxurious room was completely silent. The terrifying alarms and gray smoke from the past few days were gone, replaced by a deep, comforting stillness.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window, holding a warm cup of tea in my hands. I was wearing one of Alexander’s oversized white shirts, the soft silk brushing against my skin. On my left ring finger, the priceless family ring sparkled beautifully in the daylight.A soft sound came from the adjoining room, and my heart instantly melted.Leo and Julian came running into the living room, their small feet padding softly across the expensive cream rug. They were wearing matching pajamas, their thick dark curls messy from sleep. The dark red lines on their wrists were completely gone, leaving their sk

Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the Manhattan skyline was clear and bright under the morning sun. But inside, the atmosphere was thick with intense corporate gravity. Arrayed before me were the senior board members, elite legal counsels, and international compliance auditors—the city’s financial powerhouse. They were no longer looking at a desperate, broke girl; they were staring at the undisputed Chair of Blackwood Global.I adjusted the sleeves of my tailored black blazer, the massive diamond family ring catching the modern recessed lighting."Let's begin," I said, my voice ringing exceptionally clear and commanding through the room. "The internal audit of Ross Industries' remaining global assets is finalized. Every piece of their shipping infrastructure is being legally absorbed into our master logistics framework. The international federal warrants have successfully frozen Gideon Ross’s final offshore shell accounts, liquidating them to absolute zero."A senior legal

The echo of Gideon Ross's voice faded, leaving the boardroom suffocatingly quiet under the glare of the red countdown screen.00:44:1500:44:14"Marcus, cut the main power feed to the audio system now," Alexander barked, his deep, rough voice cutting through the panic before it could take root. He kept his massive arm wrapped securely around my waist, his knuckles turning white as his grip tightened with a protective, fierce pressure."I can't override the terminal from here, sir," Marcus answered, his fingers flying across his tablet as he backed toward the executive elevator. "The shadow asset network has completely locked our local administrative permissions. It’s a closed-circuit hack."I pulled away from Alexander’s chest slightly, my hazel eyes fixed on the neon red numbers bleeding away our time. The fear that used to control me was gone, replaced by the cold, calculating mindset of a corporate strategist. "He wants us to panic and sign the papers, Alexander," I said, my voice

The words on the hidden monitor burned into my eyes like fire.*Primary Target Location Shifted to the Manhattan Penthouse Nursery.*"Leo... Julian..." My voice broke, a terrifying panic instantly ripping through my chest. My hands shook so violently I had to grip the edge of the metal server console just to stay upright.Gideon Ross hadn't just targeted our company infrastructure from his prison cell; his true, final strike was aimed straight at our twin boys. He had used the shadow asset network to blind our penthouse security loop while we were trapped deep underground.Alexander’s face went completely pale, his stormy gray eyes turning entirely black with a primal, animalistic rage. The heavy silver pistol in his hand shook slightly from the sheer force of his grip as his knuckles turned white. Fresh crimson blood was now pouring through his shirt, completely soaking his side where his chest stitches had torn to pieces, but his dominant, alpha presence filled the suffocating bunk

The primary crisis in the nursery had settled, but the high-stakes reality of the Blackwood lineage left no room for passive recovery. Marcus’s tactical team moved like ghosts through the dark sixty-fifth-floor penthouse, dragging the unconscious Black Feather mercenary away while the steady thump of a police helicopter rattled the panoramic glass windows. The cold rain outside had slowed to a miserable drizzle, but inside, the air was still heavy with the scent of raw ozone and fresh blood. Every shadow in the long hallway felt like a potential threat, a reminder that the safety we craved was still a fragile thing. I sat on the edge of the plush cream rug, my trembling hands holding a warm white towel tightly against Alexander’s right side. The dark crimson stain on his torn black shirt was expanding quickly, and his bare skin was burning with a dangerous, toxin-fueled fever. Yet, his dominant alpha frame remained entirely unyielding as he sat propped against the nursery wall, h