《The Billionaire's Forgotten Bride 》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

Chapter 11The crystal chandeliers of the Grand Meridian Hotel cast a thousand fractured lights over the city's elite, but Zara Frost saw only the exit sign.Five years. It had taken five years of blood, sweat, and swallowing her pride to build Frost Industries from the ashes of her grandfather's legacy into the titan it was today.Making it stand out as one of the most formidable and enviable organizations of the time, surpassing all competitors with a flip of the finger.She adjusted the strap of her midnight-blue gown, the silk cool against her skin. It was armor, not a dress. With magnificent beauty and adorability.Ms. Frost, the Cole party has just arrived, her assistant whispered, panic edging his voice. Zara didn't flinch. Let them come.The crowd parted like the Red Sea. Ethan Cole entered, and the air seemed to vacate the room. He was taller than she remembered, his shoulders broader under a bespoke tuxedo.His steel-gray eyes scanned the room with the predatory focus of a s

Chapter 13The drive home was a nightmare of red lights and agonizing seconds. Zara's mind raced faster than the car, conjuring horrors.Was it a kidnapper? A rival corporation? Or had Chloe finally decided to cut out the heart of Zara's new life?She burst through the penthouse lobby, ignoring the startled doorman, and took the private elevator up, her finger jamming the 'close door' button.The ascent was torture. When the doors slid open, the silence was deafening. It wasn't the peaceful quiet of a sleeping home; it was the held breath of a violated sanctuary."Leo!" Her scream tore through the marble foyer, echoing off the cold walls. No answer. Just the faint, mocking hum of the climate control.She sprinted down the hallway, her heels abandoned somewhere in her panic. His door was ajar, a sliver of warm light cutting across the dark floor. She pushed it open, her body coiled to fight, to kill.The room was pristine. Too pristine. The stuffed animals were arranged in a perfect li

Chapter 15The ringing of the tablet was the only sound in the room, a shrill, persistent demand that cut through the heavy silence.Ethan stared at the screen, his mind racing faster than it ever had during a billion-dollar merger. Auntie Chloe. The endearment was a sick joke."Don't answer it," Zara said, her voice sharp with panic. She moved forward, snatching the tablet from the cushion before the call could go to voicemail.She powered it down, her fingers trembling. "She can't know you're here. She can't know he is here."Ethan stood up slowly, his height dominating the room. The shock of paternity was still vibrating in his bones, but it was rapidly being replaced by a cold, calculating rage."She's been watching him," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Asking him questions. Why?""To see if the drugs are working," Zara whispered, the admission tearing out of her. She looked at Leo, who was now watching them with wide, worried eyes. "Or to see if he remembers anything he sh

Chapter 17‎‎‎The mahogany doors of the Frost Industries boardroom didn’t just open; they seemed to surrender. ‎Zara Sterling, now known to the world as Zara Frost stepped into the room, the sharp click of her red-soled stilettos echoing like a countdown. ‎She wore a charcoal-grey power suit that hugged her curves but screamed authority. ‎Her hair, once soft and loose during her days as Ethan’s "little bird," was now pulled back into a sleek, lethal ponytail.‎Across the long table sat the man who had died in her heart five years ago.‎Ethan Cole. He looked exactly the same, yet entirely different. His jaw was perhaps a bit more rugged, his shoulders broader under his bespoke Italian suit. ‎But it was his eyes that sent a shiver of cold fire down Zara’s spine. They were steel-grey, crystalline, and utterly devoid of the warmth that used to look at her with such adoration. ‎Beside him sat Chloe, her stepsister, wearing a soft pink dress that looked nauseatingly delicate. Chloe’s

Chapter 19The silence in Ethan’s penthouse was usually a comfort. Tonight, it felt like a prison.He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of amber scotch untouched in his hand.The city of Seattle sprawled below him, a glittering grid of lights, but all he could see in the reflection of the glass were a pair of steel-grey eyes.Leo. A four-year-old boy who bypassed a municipal firewall because the Wi-Fi was "inefficient."Ethan’s chest tightened, a strange, suffocating pressure building behind his ribs. Zara had looked at him with such visceral terror when she snatched the boy away.It wasn’t the look of a corporate rival. It was the look of a mother protecting her child from a monster.Am I the monster? "Ethan?" He turned. Chloe was standing in the doorway of the master bedroom, wearing a sheer silk robe that left very little to the imagination.She smiled, a practiced, sultry curve of her lips, and walked toward him. In her manicured hand, she held a small silver tray. On