All Chapters of The CEO Beautiful Regret : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

*Vivienne*Victor hit the concrete floor hard, his head bouncing off the cold stone with a dull thud.The silver remote flew out of his hand, sliding across the slick floor near the base of the server racks.Dominic didn't give him a second to breathe. He threw his full weight down on Victor’s chest, his big fist coming down hard across Victor's jaw.Victor went completely limp, his eyes rolling back as he passed out cold on the floor.At the same time, the two guards spun around from chasing the falling silver drive, raising their assault rifles toward Dominic’s back."Drop your guns!" Martha shouted from the doorway.Martha stepped into the harsh white light of the bunker, raising her heavy iron bar and throwing it like a spear. The iron bar hit the first guard square in the chest, knocking him backward into the server racks with a loud crash.The second guard swung his rifle barrel toward Martha.I didn't think. I lunged forward from the doorway, grabbed the heavy assault rifle the

*Vivienne*The metal door slammed shut behind us, cutting off the sound of the guards' heavy boots on the concrete ramp.Darkness swallowed us instantly.The air inside the chute was cold, sharp, and rushing upward from below with a loud, hollow roar. It smelled of wet iron, river mud, and old rot.Dominic didn't wait. He locked his left hand into mine, his grip tight enough to crush bone, and pulled me toward the edge of the iron incline."Martha, take Marcus first!" Dominic yelled over the sound of the wind. "Use the side handrails! Don't let go of the iron!"Martha grabbed Marcus by his jacket belt, anchoring him against her hip. She reached out in the pitch dark, her fingers finding the rusted steel pipe mounted to the chute wall."We're down!" Martha shouted, her voice echoing in the dark pipe as her boots began sliding down the steep slope.Dominic pulled me close against his front. His big arm went around my chest, pinning me flat against his body."Keep your legs straight, Viv

*Vivienne*The snow kept falling in thick white sheets as the truck rolled up the private lane toward the lake.The cabin sat in total darkness against the tall pines. Its steep wooden roof was covered in three feet of fresh powder. Everything looked still, quiet, and completely untouched.Dominic killed the headlights fifty yards before the porch.The engine died with a soft shudder, leaving only the sound of our breathing in the warm cab."Stay here," Dominic whispered, his hand sliding off the steering wheel to lock firmly over mine."Dominic, we checked the perimeter at the highway," I said, my fingers squeezing his. "Harris said the area was clean.""Harris isn't sitting in this seat," Dominic rasped, his dark eyes scanning the dark trees around the house. "I check the front door first."He reached over, cupped the back of my neck with his broad palm, and pulled me in for a fast, hard kiss. His mouth was warm against mine, possessive and steady."Two minutes," he murmured against

*Vivienne*The red and blue lights of the federal cruisers bounced off the thick pine trees, casting long, jittery shadows across the blood-stained snow.Four agents in dark tactical gear hauled Harris up from the snowbank. His hands were bound tightly behind his back in heavy steel cuffs. Blood trickled down his chin from his split lip, but his face remained completely expressionless as they shoved him into the back seat of the lead cruiser.Dominic didn't look at Harris as they loaded him into the car.His broad frame stood like an iron post in the middle of the porch steps, his arm wrapped firmly around my waist. His thumb rubbed slow, steady circles against my hip, his body generating a wall of heat against the freezing mountain wind."Miss Vivienne," Agent Harris’s real replacement—a tall, tired-looking woman named Director Vance—said as she stepped up the wooden stairs. She held a thick leather folder in her gloved hands. "The perimeter is secured. The secondary strike team down

*Vivienne*The twin engines hummed a steady, heavy tune through the cargo bay wall.Fourteen hours over the Pacific Ocean had turned the air inside the plane cold and dry. Outside the small, round glass window, the vast dark water slowly gave way to a dense sea of twinkling city lights under a warm, humid sky.Singapore.Dominic sat on a wooden crate beside me, his long legs stretched across the steel floorboards. He hadn't slept a single minute. His dark eyes were fixed on the tactical map Director Vance had laid out on a green canvas tarp.His large hand was wrapped tight around mine, his fingers interlaced through mine with a heavy, steady pressure that kept my racing heart grounded."The flight crew cleared us for a private landing at Seletar airfield in ten minutes," Director Vance said, leaning over the crates. Her face was gray from exhaustion, but her eyes were sharp. "Eleanor’s people expect a commercial freight delivery. They don't know this plane is carrying us.""They will