All Chapters of The CEO Beautiful Regret : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

*Vivienne*Martha’s gray eyes didn't flinch.Her hands stayed locked on the tiller, her boots wedged firm against the wet floorboards as the boat slammed through another heavy wave."I didn't access the drive, Dominic," Martha said, her voice clear and flat against the roar of the wind. "Julian did.""Julian is in the lighthouse rubble!" I yelled, holding tightly to Dominic's jacket as the boat bounced."Julian built a fail-safe into the hardware three days ago," Martha shouted back. "He knew if he died, someone would try to steal the master drive before you reached the safe house. The timer isn't wiping the money. It's broadcasting your exact coordinates to the receiver inside the black sedan!"Dominic's face went deadly still.He looked down at the tiny screen on the side of the black USB drive. The red numbers were counting down fast."The sedan in St. Jude," Dominic rasped, his eyes jumping from the timer back to Martha. "The receiver in the car is auto-matching the encryption key

*Vivienne*The cool morning air hit my face the second I opened the heavy car door.My bare feet touched the wet asphalt of the highway. Pain shot up my ankle, but I didn't care. Dominic was already out on the other side, his big body moving around the front bumper to stand right beside me.His fingers found mine instantly, locking tight. His hand was warm, steady, and covered in dried dirt and blood.Fifty yards ahead, the blue and red lights on the three black SUVs flashed silently against the tall pine trees.The tall man in the grey suit didn't draw a gun. He kept his hands open at his sides as he walked slowly down the center line of the road toward us. Two other agents stepped out behind him, holding heavy tactical binders, not weapons."Stay close to me, Vivienne," Dominic growled under his breath, his thumb rubbing over my knuckles."I'm right here," I whispered back, my heart beating fast against my ribs.The man in the grey suit stopped ten feet away. He had silver hair, sha

*Vivienne*The woman on the porch smiled, holding out the wicker basket."Welcome to Shell Beach," Sarah said, her voice warm and light. "We don't get many new folks down this cove. I saw the black car parked out front and thought I'd bring over some fresh sourdough."Dominic stood tall in the doorway. His big body filled the space, his face still set in a hard, cautious line. His dark eyes scanned her face, her hands, and the empty dirt lane behind her."Thank you," Dominic said. His voice was low and gravelly, sounding rusty from hours of silence.I stepped up beside him, my hand sliding around his waist, my fingers pressing against his hip. I felt his muscles slowly unclench as he registered the complete lack of danger."That's very kind of you, Sarah," I said, taking the basket from her hands. The bread was still warm through the cloth cover."Are you two okay?" Sarah asked, her eyes falling on Dominic's bruised jaw and my bandaged foot. "Looks like you had a rough drive down the

*Vivienne*The sound of sirens cut through the quiet pine forest two minutes later.Three heavy grey state police cruisers pulled up the dirt lane, their blue lights flashing fast against the cedar trees. They stopped right behind our damaged sedan, blocking the road completely.Agent Harris stepped out of the lead cruiser. His grey coat was unbuttoned, his silver hair windswept, his face tight with anger as he looked at the overturned black pickup truck in the ditch."Vance!" Harris called out, marching straight toward us across the dirt lane. "What the hell happened here?"Dominic didn't let go of my hand. He kept me pinned right against his side, his thumb pressing firm into my hip bone as Harris reached us."The secondary team tried to crash the house," Dominic said, his voice flat, hard, and steady. "They dropped a proximity charge on the roof and brought a truck up the drive."Harris looked up at the smoking roof of the house, then looked down at the crushed pickup in the ditch.

*Vivienne*The piece of paper slipped from Dominic’s shaking fingers and hit the wooden floorboards without a sound.The fire in the fireplace popped loudly, throwing orange sparks against the black iron screen.Dominic didn't move. He stood frozen in the center of the cabin living room, his big hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. The raw shock on his face turned into something terrifying—a dark, cold fury that made the air in the room feel like liquid ice."Dominic," I whispered, stepping up right beside him. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around his wrist. His skin was burning hot, his pulse hammering against my palm like a trapped animal. "Dominic, talk to me."He slowly turned his head to look at me. His dark eyes were completely red at the edges, wild and full of pain."Six years, Vivienne," he rasped, his voice dropping into a low, broken growl. "I spent six years thinking I left him in that burning compound in Zurich. I heard the roof collapse. I saw the fire take