บททั้งหมดของ Reborn After the CEO's One-Night Stand: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The private study of Marcus Sterling’s valley estate was lined with heavy, leather-bound financial journals and illuminated by the warm, amber glow of a grand marble fireplace. Outside, the rain drummed a steady, relentless rhythm against the reinforced bay windows, casting flickering shadows across the room.Marcus sat behind a massive mahogany executive desk, his face bathed in the blue light of three high-definition monitors displaying real-time stock ticks, offshore market fluctuations, and global trade volume. Across from him, Sienna sat in a deep velvet armchair with a glass of sparkling water. Her expression was completely composed, but her shoulders were rigid, every muscle in her body braced for the next phase of their war. In the adjoining nursery suite down the hall, the faint, steady sound of baby Leo sleeping peacefully came through the audio monitor on the desk, providing the single anchor to her turbulent world."He cornered you in the subterranean garage," Marcus said,

The eight o’clock opening bell at the New York Stock Exchange echoed like a thunderclap across the financial world.Inside the executive boardroom of Sterling Capital, the double-height LED screens flickered to life. Red numbers cascaded down the ticker as Cross Global’s stock plummeted seven percent within the first four minutes of trading. Headlines on every major financial channel blared the news: Cross Global CEO Suspended in Midnight Board Mutiny; Sterling Capital Launches Hostile Tender Offer.Sienna sat at the head of the conference table, clad in a tailored charcoal suit. Her glass of black coffee sat untouched beside her tablet. She watched the stock graphs plunge with a cool, detached calm, but beneath her tailored jacket, her shoulders held an invisible tension.Marcus entered the room, setting a hot cup of tea beside her tablet. "Arthur Pendelton kept his word. The press release was scrubbed, the media team was issued a strict non-disclosure directive, and Alexander’s exec

The morning rain had ceased, leaving behind a slick, reflective sheen on the granite steps of Sterling Capital.Inside the primary executive suite, Sienna sat at her desk, her gaze fixed on the small silver locket resting beside her morning report. The cool silver metal catching the gray sunlight was a constant reminder of the previous afternoon and of the dangerous, raw vow Alexander had whispered before vanishing into the private service corridor.The door opened smoothly as Marcus entered, setting an encrypted tablet onto the polished wood. His face was unreadable, but his sharp eyes held a quiet, calculating vigilance."The board transition for Cross Global is officially underway," Marcus said, leaning against the edge of the desk. "Arthur Pendelton signed off on the restructuring package. With forty-eight percent of voting shares under our control, Sterling Capital holds effective command over their primary assets."Sienna didn't look up from the locket immediately. "And Alexander

The phone slipped from Sienna’s numb fingers, clattering against the polished hardwood floor of the library.Her world shattered into a blinding, suffocating panic. The image of the peaceful nursery, the soft rhythm of Leo’s breathing through the monitor, the helpless vulnerability of her eleven-month-old son it all flashed through her mind in a single, terrifying second.Before the phone even hit the rug, Alexander had already acted."Garrett!" Alexander roared, his voice cutting through the massive manor like a thunderclap.The heavy oak doors of the library burst open instantly. Garrett stepped into the room, a satellite comms unit already pressed to his ear and his face grim. "I heard the security dispatch, sir. The perimeter sensors at Sterling’s valley estate just picked up three armored SUVs breaching the north gate."Sienna surged forward, her legs shaking so violently she almost lost her balance. "I need to get to him... Marcus where is Marcus?!""Sterling’s primary detail is

The rain outside the nursery had softened to a gentle, steady mist, drumming against the reinforced glass.Inside, the silence hung heavy, broken only by the quiet, rhythmic breathing of baby Leo as he fell back asleep against Sienna’s shoulder. His tiny fingers remained loosely wrapped around Alexander’s thumb, anchoring the fallen billionaire in place.Marcus stood by the shattered doorway, watching the scene unfold with a complex, somber expression. The political shield he had spent a year building around Sienna and the child had collapsed not through legal failure, but under the sheer, indisputable force of nature."Sienna," Marcus said quietly, breaking the stillness. "The federal authorities and the private transport team are downstairs. Hector and his operatives are secured. We need to move you and Leo to a safe house in the city while the estate perimeter is restored."Sienna didn't answer immediately. She kept her eyes locked on Alexander, watching the raw, unscripted emotion