All Chapters of A night with the rival ceo: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ALEXANDER I carried Rhea into the house myself, ignoring her protests that she could walk perfectly fine because there was no fucking way I was letting her pretend that collapsing in front of a room full of investors was normal.“Alexander, put me down. I’m not dying.”“Then stop giving me reasons to think otherwise.”She glared at me, but her arms tightened around my neck as I carried her upstairs, and I hated how easily I noticed the little things now, like how tired she looked, how her face had gone pale, and how she wasn’t fighting me with the same energy she usually did.Rhea was stubborn enough to argue with a brick wall if she thought she could win, so seeing her this quiet unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.I placed her on the bed and pulled the covers over her before she could complain again.“I only skipped breakfast,” she insisted, watching me with those dark eyes. “It’s not a big deal.”“Fine. Then you’ll have no problem resting for a while.”“I have work to do.”“

ALEXANDERI didn’t sleep that night because every time I closed my eyes, I saw Rhea collapsing in front of those investors, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how close I’d come to losing her without even knowing she was dying.Two months.The words kept repeating in my head until I wanted to smash something just to make them stop.By midnight, I’d contacted my personal physician and demanded recommendations for the best specialists in Australia, but that wasn’t enough. I wanted the best oncologists in the United States, Germany, Switzerland, and anywhere else in the world where someone might have an answer the doctors here had missed. I wanted every medical record, every test result, every report connected to Rhea’s diagnosis reviewed by people who had no connection to her original treatment.Money wasn’t the problem. Connections weren’t the problem. If I needed to fly her across the world for another opinion, I’d have a private jet waiting before she finished arguing with me about i

RHEABy the third day, the silence had become unbearable.We still lived in the same house, slept in the same bedroom, and worked for the same company, but somehow we had managed to turn all of that into a distance neither of us seemed willing to cross.Alexander left early and returned late, and whenever we happened to be in the same room, he spoke to me only when necessary.He was polite, which was somehow worse than if he’d been openly angry.He asked whether I needed the car, informed me when a meeting had been rescheduled, and occasionally passed me something I needed without even looking at me for more than a second.There was no teasing, no arguments over breakfast, and none of the little moments that had made our arrangement feel less like an arrangement.I had wanted him to stop treating me as though I might break.I hadn’t expected him to stop looking at me as though I mattered.The difference was becoming impossible to ignore.On the fourth morning, I found him in the kitch

ALEXANDERMy mind raced through every conversation we’d had since I’d learned the truth. I remembered the way she had looked at me when I urged her to seek another opinion, the hurt in her eyes when she accused me of treating her like she was weak, and the bitter certainty with which she’d told me she had already accepted her fate.She had accepted it because she trusted the people who had diagnosed her.And if someone had deliberately manipulated those records, then someone had taken that trust and used it against her.My hands curled into fists.I didn’t know who was responsible, and I wasn’t going to accuse anyone without proof. But I wasn’t going to sit on these discrepancies either.I needed the original records, the full laboratory history, the doctor’s account of how the diagnosis had been reached, and an independent medical assessment that could establish what was actually happening to Rhea.I needed answers before I said a single word to her.Because if I was right, then this

ALEXANDERI had barely slept.Between Rhea lying in the ICU and the information the private investigator had uncovered about Peter Herrington, sleep had become the last thing on my mind. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Rhea lying unconscious beneath those hospital lights, and every time I looked at the evidence, I found another reason to believe that someone had deliberately put her in danger.I wasn’t going to sit around waiting for the next disaster.Peter’s connection to the shell company was too significant to ignore, and if the investigation confirmed that he’d been financing the doctor responsible for Rhea’s diagnosis, the police needed to know. I wasn’t about to march into a station with half-verified information and accuse a powerful man of something I couldn’t yet prove, but I had enough evidence to justify bringing the suspicious transactions and the other discrepancies to their attention.I wanted the financial trail examined, the doctor’s involvement investigated, and e