Todos os capítulos de The CEO's Rejected Wife's Twins: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The days dragged on, each one heavier than the last. Bianca lived daily beneath the freezing mantle of her mother Vivian's ignorance, who rarely spoke to her except for a veiled reproach. Her father, Bruno, though less harsh, maintained an abyssal distance—a coldness that hurt more than any shout.That was why, when she saw him standing before her one day, looking her in the eyes and greeting her, Bianca felt dazed for a second. Her father's voice was deep, unusual."Bianca," Bruno uttered, his tone neutral but firm. "I need to talk to you. I'll wait for you in the living room." Without waiting for an answer, he turned around and disappeared.Filled with growing distrust, Bianca slowly made her way to the living room, every step a heavy burden. Upon entering, she noticed her father had company. There was Vivian, sitting on the sofa, her posture rigid and her face contorted, radiating palpable anger. Bianca sat down as well, her movements slow and cautious, as if every joint ached."Wh

They lived in Eric's luxury apartment in one of New York's most exclusive towers—an immense, cold space that felt more like a prison than a home.Their encounters were limited to formal breakfasts, where Eric avoided even sitting near her, a spotless ghost who ate in silence before disappearing toward the summit of his empire.Bianca spent hours locked away, her only company the echo of her own footsteps across the pristine marble floors. She was forbidden to leave—an unspoken rule, yet clearly understood. The giant windows offered spectacular views of the city, but she felt more trapped than ever.That morning, the ritual repeated itself. Eric finished his coffee, stood up without glancing her way, and left the dining room, the sound of his firm footsteps fading until the front door clicked softly shut. Bianca sat alone, her breakfast untouched and an oppressive emptiness knotting her stomach. Her head began to spin, and a wave of nausea hit her hard.She tried to get up to go to the

In Steven's quiet apartment, Bianca tried to drown out the whirlwind of thoughts besieging her. Eric's cruelty, her innocence, the truth he refused to believe... everything blended into an amalgam of pain and frustration. How could she make him understand if he didn't even remember that night?And even if she tried, she knew Eric would brand her a liar, accuse her of making excuses, of trying to defend herself and lying all over again.No, it wasn't worth it. The thought of repeating the same story, of facing the same disbelief, was too heavy a burden for her already exhausted soul. She felt weighed down by so many thoughts at once, eclipsing the cruel way Eric had treated her.She no longer deserved to have been treated that way—least of all when she was innocent, when she was telling the truth. But she also put herself in his shoes and wondered how she could blame him when he didn't even remember the night they had spent together.Steven's apartment was a haven of order and good tas

Eric slowly opened his eyes that morning, feeling gripped by a terrible headache throbbing at his temples. At that moment, he regretted drinking so much, but it was too late. There was nothing left to do except ease that pain. With a groan, he got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out an isotonic drink, one of those promising to rehydrate the body and replenish electrolytes. He drank it in one gulp, hoping it would work its magic.He headed to the bathroom, brushing his teeth with excessive force as if wanting to erase any trace of the previous night. He took a cold shower that woke him up a bit and got ready for the day. Although he was truly fatigued and had no mood to go to work or do anything productive, he couldn't afford to miss it. So he simply forced himself to do what had to be done: fulfill his duty.He remembered the night before, the conversation he had with his lawyer. Or rather, the order he had given him. Mr. Liam Johnson had limited

Vivian paced back and forth in the room, her footsteps echoing in the tense silence. Her husband, Bruno, was aware of how worried his wife was after everything that had happened. He approached Vivian and tried to calm her down, to soothe that intense green gaze of hers.The woman, her eyes filled with anger and sadness, looked into Bruno's honey-colored eyes."Don't even tell me to calm down because I can't do it!" she exclaimed, her voice barely contained. "You don't know how disappointed and sad I am about everything that happened. I didn't think our daughter would be capable of doing something like that; I really didn't think she would sleep with anyone and end up making us a laughingstock. Aren't our names and surnames, and even our reputation, stained before the Harrington family? That's too shameful! I don't even know how we're going to get out of this without consequences."Bruno tried to put a positive spin on the situation, looking for a glimmer of hope in the storm."Wife, I