All Chapters of The CEO Beautiful Regret : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

*Vivienne*The salt air on the dock felt hot and sticky against my skin.Dominic didn't drop his weapon. He stayed planted like an iron wall right in front of me, his broad back blocking the red laser sights pointing at my chest. His left hand reached behind his hip, his fingers locking tightly through mine, squeezing with a fierce, burning heat."Put the gun down, Eleanor," Dominic growled, his voice a low, terrifying rumble in the humid night air."You don't make demands here, Dominic," Eleanor said softly. Her silver pistol was pointed straight at my head over Dominic’s left shoulder. "You brought the girl to my front door. That was your final mistake.""The silver key isn't in my pocket," Dominic said flatly.Eleanor’s cold eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't lie to me.""Director Vance has the live stream feed from the plane," Dominic rasped, his dark eyes fixed on Eleanor's face. "The secondary routing codes were transmitted to the international banking task force three minutes befor

*Vivienne*The federal cutter pulled up alongside the main harbor dock in Singapore.The salt air was warm, thick, and heavy. High white harbor lights shone down on the wet concrete where three black sedans sat waiting with their engines idling.Dominic didn't drop my hand as we walked down the gangway. His grip was steady, warm, and broad, his dark eyes sweeping over every shadow near the parked cars."We take the middle sedan," Director Vance said, stepping down beside us. Her dark jacket was dirty, her face pale under the harsh harbor lights. "My team cleared the route to the military airfield.""Did you secure the perimeter at Eleanor’s estate?" Dominic asked, his voice low and raspy."The local police have the whole island locked down," Director Vance replied. "The servers were seized. Eleanor is on her way to a federal holding cell in Hawaii. It's done, Vance."Dominic didn't answer. He led me toward the middle car, opened the rear door himself, and ushered me into the leather s

*Vivienne*The heavy wheels hit the runway with a smooth, quiet glide.The long flight across the ocean was finished. Outside the small window, the quiet green hills of Oregon stretched under a cool, foggy morning sky. The sun was just rising over the pine trees, throwing soft yellow light across the wet grass.Dominic didn't wait for the plane to stop moving completely. He unbuckled his belt, stood up in the narrow aisle, and pulled me up into his arms. His face was pale from lack of sleep, but his dark eyes were wide, clear, and full of a deep, calm peace I had never seen before."We're home, Vivienne," he whispered, his big hand wrapping around the back of my neck, pulling my forehead against his collar."Home," I repeated, my fingers locking into his jacket sleeve.A sleek black truck was waiting at the far end of the private runway, its engine idling silently in the fresh morning air. Martha stood beside the open driver’s door, holding a steaming metal cup of black coffee in her

*Vivienne*The quiet mountain air held the sweet smell of fresh pine and damp earth.Dominic stood on the edge of the lake dock, his broad shoulders framed against the blue water. His hands were tucked deep into his dark coat pockets. He wasn't watching the lake. His dark eyes were fixed on the far gravel curve of the access road where the heavy tire tracks ended.I walked down the wooden steps from the cabin, my boots making a soft *thud-thud* against the cedar planks. The morning sun was warm on my skin, but the cold air off the water made me shiver.Dominic didn't turn his head, but his whole body shifted the second my foot hit the dock. He pulled his right hand from his pocket and reached out sideways without looking.I slid my fingers straight into his. His hand was warm, rough, and solid as rock. He pulled me close, tucking my hip right against his side."You should be inside resting," Dominic rasped, his voice low and deep in his chest."I can't sleep in an empty room, Dominic,

*Vivienne*The black federal SUV tore down the frozen highway at eighty miles an hour.Snow slammed against the windshield in heavy, blinding gusts. Outside, the dark Alaskan forest blurred past like a wall of black shadows. Inside, the heater roared, but the air was thick with the sharp smell of smoke, burnt oil, and leather.Dominic sat right beside me in the middle row. He hadn't unclasped his left hand from mine since we ran from the burning cabin. His knuckles were raw and scraped, covered in black soot, but his grip was warm and steady."How far to the runway?" Dominic asked, his voice low and gravelly.Director Vance sat in the front passenger seat, her head turned toward us. Her face was pale under the red dash lights."Three miles," Director Vance said, holding her tactical radio tight. "The cargo plane is on the tarmac with its engines running. My team in Anchorage set up a clean flight path straight across the Pacific.""Is Eleanor’s name on the hangar manifest?" I asked, m