All Chapters of The CEO Beautiful Regret : Chapter 121 - Chapter 127

*Vivienne*The heavy black truck tore through the rain-slicked streets of downtown Seattle.The morning fog hung low over the glass skyscrapers, hiding the tops of the buildings in a dense grey shroud. Tires shrieked against cold asphalt as Dominic threw the vehicle into a sharp turn, cutting off a yellow taxi before slamming his boot down on the gas pedal."Twenty minutes until noon," Marcus said from the back seat, his fingers tapping frantically on the glowing laptop screen. "The digital signal is coming straight from the executive board room on floor forty."Dominic didn't look back. His hands clamped around the leather steering wheel, his knuckles pure white, his hard jaw locked tight.His right hand shot out across the center console, finding my fingers in the dark truck cabin. He squeezed hard, his broad palm radiating a fierce, protective heat that grounded the wild panic in my chest."When we hit the lobby, you stay right on my left hip, Vivienne," Dominic rasped, his low voi

*Vivienne*The heavy black truck tore down the narrow dirt road toward the lake.The rain had stopped, but the tall pine trees were still dripping cold water onto the hood. Fog hung low over the mud tracks, heavy and thick.Dominic kept his left hand glued to the steering wheel. His right hand was locked tight around mine, his big fingers squeezing my palm hard every few seconds. He didn't say a word. His dark eyes kept jumping to the side mirror, watching the empty road behind us."Dominic," I said softly, my voice raspy. "There's no one behind us."Dominic didn't slow the truck down. His jaw remained set like concrete."I don't trust empty roads, Vivienne," he growled, his voice low and rough. "Not after Seattle.""Mercer is in federal hands," I reminded him, leaning my head against his broad shoulder. "Director Vance cleared the final ledger. It's completely done."Dominic pulled the truck hard to the right, taking the final steep curve toward the log house. He slammed his boot on

*Vivienne*The black truck tore down the steep mountain pass, its tires throwing mud and wet gravel high into the dark air.Dominic drove fast through the blinding rain, his knuckles pure white on the leather wheel. He kept his left hand on the steering column and his right hand wrapped tight around mine, his thumb pressing hard into my palm every single second."Three miles to the old timber mill," Marcus said from the back seat, racking his rifle slide in the dark cabin. "The thermal scan shows two cars parked under the collapsed metal roof."Dominic didn't say a word. His dark eyes stayed fixed on the narrow dirt lane ahead. The lethal, terrifying look on his hard jawline was back, but whenever he glanced sideways at me, his eyes held a deep, fierce heat that made my heart hammer in my chest."When we hit the mill, you stay on my left hip, Vivienne," Dominic rasped, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Harris wants a trade. He isn't getting one.""I'm not leaving your side, Dominic,"

*Vivienne*The police lights flashed red and blue against the wet log cabin walls.Two local patrol cars pulled away down the dirt lane, taking Director Vance into federal custody. The valley fell dead quiet again.Dominic stood on the edge of the front porch. His broad shoulders were tense, his dark eyes watching the red taillights vanish into the foggy trees. His knuckles were raw, and his right hand still held his black sidearm low at his leg.I walked out through the open doorway and stood right beside him. Cold mountain air hit my skin, making me shiver.Dominic didn't look at me, but his left arm swung out instantly, his big hand grabbing my waist and pulling me tight against his broad hip. His heat radiated right through his torn black jacket."She was the last one, Vivienne," Dominic rasped, his voice low, gravelly, and deep in his chest."I know," I whispered, reaching up to rest my palm on his broad chest, feeling his fast, heavy heart beating against my fingers."I checked