Todos los capítulos de Dear EX: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Nina’s POVThe twenty-four-hour threat from that anonymous text didn't shatter us—it united us.When I showed Roman the message in his sports car late that night, his face went colder than ice. Within two hours, his private security team traced the burner server straight back to one of Damien’s low-level IT shell companies. Damien had bluffed, trying to scare me out of New York before the Apex Tech deal finalized.Once Roman made it clear to Damien’s shadow attorney that exposing the footage would trigger an immediate federal wiretapping charge and lock Damien out of the heir contest forever, the threat dissolved into silence.And then, the real game began.For the next four months, Roman and I lived a double life.By day, I was the ultra-efficient senior intern in the communications department, quietly managing press files and taking orders from Victoria. Roman was the brilliant, distant executive head of Apex Tech, walking past my cubicle with a stone-cold expression that fooled eve

Nina’s POVMy hands trembled violently as I stared down at the two printed photographs resting on the polished mahogany table.The navy off-the-shoulder dress. The soft, dark waves falling over my shoulders. The exact cut of the neckline. It was impossible to deny. The picture Amelia took of me at the charity gala four months ago matched the leaked news screenshot down to the very last thread.Amelia looked up at me, her green eyes brimming with tears, her lower lip trembling."Nillie... please," Amelia sobbed softly, clutching her designer handbag against her stomach. "Tell me that isn't you with Roman. Please tell me you wouldn't do this to our family."The guilt inside my chest twisted so hard I couldn't draw a breath of air. I looked at my sister—the girl who had protected me her whole life, the sister who loved me unconditionally—and I knew I couldn't tell her the truth. I couldn't break her heart by telling her I had been sleeping with her husband's younger brother for months.I

Nina’s POVMy pulse stopped completely.Ethan’s finger was pointing directly at me, his hazel eyes wide with pure, unadulterated shock. The cheerful, playful smirk he had walked in with was completely gone, replaced by a look of wild realization."Nina?!" Ethan gasped again, his voice ringing through the dead-quiet room like a gunshot. "Are you... isn't she..."Victoria’s sharp eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. She set her bone-china teacup down on the saucer with a loud, metallic CLINK. "Ethan? What on earth are you talking about?"Damien leaned forward on the sofa, his icy blue eyes darting suspiciously between Ethan and me. "Do you know our intern, Ethan?"Before Ethan could utter another word that would blow my whole life to pieces, Roman stepped into the center of the room. His tall, broad frame physically blocked Ethan’s line of sight to my desk."Ethan is referring to the communications department briefing files," Roman said, his deep, commanding voice slicing through the thi

Nina’s POVThe rest of the morning at Blake HQ passed in a blur of cold sweat and breathless terror.Every time the second hand ticked on my computer monitor, my heart slammed against my ribs. It was 11:00 AM. Then 12:00 PM. Then 1:00 PM.In just sixty minutes, Victoria's private chauffeur was going to deliver the raw, uncorrupted master drive straight to her top-floor office, and the entire executive board would watch the digital lab unblur my face live on the master screen.I sat at my cubicle desk, my hands trembling as I tried to type out press summaries. I looked over toward Roman's glass office at the end of the hall. He was standing by his desk, towering and silent, taking back-to-back phone calls while Ethan leaned against his bookshelf, typing frantically on his black laptop.Then, at exactly 1:30 PM—thirty minutes before my life was scheduled to blow up—every single news terminal on the thirty-eighth floor flashed bright green.BREAKING NEWS: BLAKE GROUP ACQUIRES SOLE GLOBAL

Nina’s POVThe rain kept falling, soft and silver against the bedroom glass, and Roman didn’t take his eyes off me. Not once. Not even when he set his empty coffee mug down on the nightstand with that quiet click that somehow felt louder than the storm outside.“You’re still flushed,” he said, his voice low, rough around the edges from sleep. His thumb traced the curve of my jaw, feather-light. “Does anything hurt?”“No,” I whispered, and it was the truth. “I feel… awake. Like the fever burned everything away and left something new under my skin.”His mouth curved, slow and dangerous. “Something new?”I nodded, my fingers curling into the open collar of his shirt. The linen was warm from his body, and I could feel the steady thrum of his pulse beneath it. The air between us shifted—charged, heavy, inevitable. He looked at my lips, then back up to my eyes, asking without words.I pulled him down.He came willingly, his mouth meeting mine in a kiss that started soft, almost reverent, bu