Todos los capítulos de The CEO'S Vengeful marriage: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

We reached Julian's building within fifteen minutes, Marcus already waiting in the lobby, his expression grim enough that my stomach twisted before he even spoke."Show us," Damian said.Julian's apartment door stood slightly ajar, the lock intact but unlatched, as though someone had been let in willingly rather than forced their way through. Inside, the space told a story of sudden, violent interruption. An overturned chair. A shattered wine glass, dark red liquid pooled across the pale carpet. Julian's phone, screen cracked, abandoned near the doorway."No blood beyond the glass," Marcus said quietly, scanning the room with practiced efficiency. "No obvious signs of a prolonged struggle. Whoever took him moved fast and knew exactly what they were doing.""Took him," I repeated, the words settling heavy and horrible in my chest. "You think he's still alive.""I think if Gabriel wanted him dead, he would have left the body here as a message," Marcus said grimly. "This looks like an ex

Morning arrived heavy with a dread neither of us bothered pretending away.Damian moved through the apartment with the same controlled focus I remembered from our earliest weeks together, though this time the coldness wasn't cruelty, only fear wearing careful armor to keep from shattering entirely."You don't have to do this alone," I said, watching him check the contents of a small bag Marcus had prepared, communication equipment disguised as ordinary items, small enough to avoid detection."I'm not alone," he said quietly. "Marcus will be close. Elena's arranged everything legally possible in case this goes wrong. And you'll be here, which matters more than you probably realize.""I still hate this," I admitted. "Sending you into danger while I sit here safely, unable to do anything but wait.""You're not doing nothing," he said, crossing the room to pull me gently into his arms. "You're carrying our daughter. You're keeping yourself safe, which is the single most important thing yo

The drive to the regional hospital felt like it lasted an eternity, though the clock on the dashboard insisted only forty minutes had passed since Marcus's call.Elena sat beside me, her hand gripping mine tightly, neither of us speaking much beyond the occasional attempt at reassurance that neither of us fully believed."He said Damian was alive," I kept repeating, more to convince myself than to inform her. "He said to come to the hospital, not the morgue. That has to mean something.""It means something," Elena agreed quietly, though her careful tone told me she was bracing for whatever news waited alongside me.---Marcus met us in the emergency room lobby, his face streaked with soot, a bandage wrapped around one forearm, his eyes red rimmed with exhaustion and grief he hadn't yet fully processed."Where is he?" I demanded, already scanning the hallway beyond him."Treatment room four," Marcus said. "Smoke inhalation, some burns on his hands and forearms. The doctors say he'll re

By morning, the story had exploded across every news outlet in the city, Thorne family patriarch's brother dead in mysterious estate fire splashed across headlines with the particular gleeful cruelty reserved for wealthy family tragedies.I watched from the penthouse window as a small crowd of reporters gathered at the base of Thorne Tower, cameras and microphones at the ready, waiting for any glimpse of the family at the center of the story."They've been out there since dawn," Marcus said grimly, joining me at the window. "Security's managing the lobby, but we should assume every entrance is being watched.""How are we supposed to arrange a funeral with that kind of attention?" I asked."Carefully," Damian said, entering the room with fresh bandages on his hands, his expression carrying the particular exhaustion of a man who hadn't properly slept since the fire. "Elena's working on a private venue, somewhere secure enough to keep both the press and whatever Gabriel might attempt at

Elena arrived the following morning with a security consultant I didn't recognize, a quiet, methodical woman who spent nearly three hours sweeping the penthouse with equipment that looked more suited to a spy film than an ordinary Tuesday."I need to know if it's someone we trust," Damian said, pacing while the consultant worked. "I need to know now, Elena, not after another funeral or another fire.""I understand," Elena said, though her own composure carried visible strain. "I've had my own office swept as well. If there's a leak, we find it, whatever the source."The consultant finally emerged from Elena's briefcase, holding a small, unassuming device between two gloved fingers, no larger than a button."Found this embedded in the lining of your bag," she said, addressing Elena directly. "Sophisticated. Not something available through typical commercial channels. Whoever planted this had serious resources and serious patience."Elena's face went pale. "That bag never leaves my poss