Todos os capítulos de The CEO'S Vengeful marriage: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 49

"Absolutely not."Sofia's name still hung on the screen of my phone, the text I'd been in the middle of sending canceled the moment Damian's hand closed over mine."Damian, it's coffee. In our own lobby. With two guards standing ten feet away.""It's an unnecessary risk," he said, his voice clipped, final, a tone I hadn't heard from him in weeks. "Until Marcus finishes vetting every possible connection to Gabriel Thorne, I need you to stay inside this apartment. Fully inside.""You promised me you wouldn't do this," I said, my voice tightening with a hurt I hadn't expected to feel so sharply. "You promised you wouldn't let fear turn you back into that man.""I said I couldn't promise that," he corrected, his jaw tight. "Not with everything we learned that night."I stared at him, watching the walls I thought we'd slowly dismantled rebuilding themselves brick by brick right in front of me."This isn't protection anymore, Damian," I said quietly. "This is a cage with better lighting."S

Every instinct screamed at me to turn around, but Julian's grip on my arm tightened just enough to hold me still."Don't," he whispered. "If he sees you recognize him, he'll vanish before your husband ever gets here."My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. I pulled out my phone slowly, pretending to check a message, using the dark reflection of the screen to catch a fractured glimpse of the man behind us instead.Tall. Dark coat. A hand resting casually in his pocket, though even in the poor reflection, I caught the glint of something metallic on his finger, catching the afternoon light the same way the ring in that traffic camera photo had."Damian," I breathed into the phone the moment he answered, my voice shaking. "Park. Now. There's a man by the fountain, dark coat, he's wearing the ring."I heard Damian's sharp intake of breath, followed by the sound of a car door slamming, tires screeching against pavement somewhere close."Stay exactly where you are," he said,

Elena arrived within twenty minutes, her usual composed exterior cracked just enough to betray how unsettling she'd found whatever she'd discovered in Julian's files."I need you both to see this before I say anything else," she said, spreading several pages across the table, her hands not quite steady.The documents were old, water damaged in places, clearly kept hidden for decades rather than properly filed. Columns of names, dates, small handwritten notes in a cramped, careful script that Elena confirmed matched samples of Gabriel's handwriting from decades old family correspondence Julian had also provided."It's a ledger," Elena said. "Not financial, not exactly. More like a catalog. Names of people connected to your family, Damian, along with specific vulnerabilities noted beside each one. Debts. Secrets. Old grudges. Things a patient man could use as leverage, given enough time."My stomach tightened as I scanned the list, recognizing several names immediately. Preston Vale, wi

I noticed it first in small things. Marcus arriving late to his morning check-ins, his phone angled away from view during calls he ended the moment anyone entered the room, a new tension in his shoulders that had nothing to do with his usual vigilance."Something's different about him," I said quietly to Damian, three days after the ledger revelation, watching Marcus through the study window as he paced the hallway, phone pressed to his ear."I've noticed too," Damian admitted. "I asked him directly yesterday if he was following our agreement. He said yes. I didn't entirely believe him.""Should we confront him again?""I already tried once," Damian said grimly. "Watch."He knocked once on the study door before Marcus even finished his call, catching him mid sentence, his expression shifting instantly from focused intensity to careful neutrality."I'll call you back," Marcus said quickly into the phone, ending the call before either of us could hear anything more."Who was that?" Dami

The emergency room dissolved into a blur of fluorescent light and urgent voices, hands lifting me onto a gurney, someone cutting away the sleeve of my jacket to examine the shoulder that throbbed with every heartbeat."Gravida one, approximately fourteen weeks, blunt abdominal trauma from a fall," a nurse called out, her voice clipped and professional even through the chaos. "Possible dislocated shoulder. We need imaging immediately.""Elara." Damian's voice, close and desperate, his hand gripping mine even as hospital staff tried to move him back to give them room to work. "I'm right here. I'm not leaving.""Sir, I need you to step back so we can work.""I'm not leaving her," Damian said, his voice carrying an authority that made even the nurse hesitate.The gurney rattled beneath me as they wheeled it through a set of double doors, fluorescent panels flashing past overhead in a dizzying rhythm that matched the pounding of my own heart. Every jolt sent fresh pain lancing through my s