All Chapters of The CEO’s Secret Heiress: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

POV AitanaThe wall clock in the main living room ticked steadily toward five in the afternoon, its relentless precision fraying my nerves. I sat perched on the edge of the velvet sofa, a cup of tea clasped between my palms — long since gone cold. My eyes never left the private elevator doors, waiting for the arrival of the forensics team Sebastian had summoned with a single call.Barely two hours earlier we had left the corporate tower under heavy security escort. The scene in the executive café still echoed in my mind: Adela Serrano’s venomous fury, the deathly hush of every employee watching, and above all else, Sebastian’s hand resting firm and possessive at my waist, defending me before everyone as though I were the only priority in his entire world.For six years I had convinced myself Sebastian was a corporate monster, a ruthless heir who would crush me if he ever learned the truth. Yet the way he had dismantled Adela’s threats to shield me and Selene was beginning to dismantle

POV SebastianThe financial report spread across the boardroom table was the very last thing holding my attention. Every fiber of my focus, drawn taut as a fraying wire, was fixed instead upon the far end of the room.Julián Varela, the handsome young heir to the Varela Logistics Consortium and one of the key partners the Ferrers had fought to keep, leaned forward and smiled. He was athletic, impeccably tailored, and wore a practiced, charming grin — one he deployed shamelessly, leaning in over Aitana’s folder every time she explained distribution projections.“Your vision for optimizing freight routes is brilliant, Aitana”, Varela purred, resting his forearm on the table mere inches from her hand. “Your grandfather always spoke of your sharp mind, yet even he could not have done you justice. I would love to discuss the finer points of private investment over dinner tonight. I know a quiet place near the bay where we could speak freely, without all this corporate formality.”I felt bl

POV SebastianThe executive floor of the Belmonte Group had become a seething hive of panic. Telephone lines chimed in a maddening, dissonant clamor, while assistants and senior analysts raced back and forth clutching printed reports on pre-market trading activity. From my office windows, the view down the main avenue felt suffocating. Dozens of news vans, reporters clutching microphones, and photographers with massive telephoto lenses had formed an unyielding human cordon around every tower entrance.The headline claiming I had a hidden daughter played on an endless loop across every national news channel.My office door flew open without warning, slamming hard against the wall. My grandfather Leonidas strode in leaning heavily upon his silver-headed cane, followed closely by my uncle Federico and three of the most powerful members of the board of directors.“You have dragged this dynasty to the very edge of ruin, Sebastian!” Leonidas thundered, face flushed scarlet with rage as he h

POV AitanaThe helicopter’s thrum faded slowly as it touched down upon the private landing strip hidden deep within the pine forests. Stepping down while holding Selene snug in my arms, wrapped in a thick coat against the biting mountain wind, the view that unfolded before me took my breath away.El Robledal was no mere country house. It stood as a palace of dark neoclassical stone rising with imposing grandeur atop the hill. Majestic columns, perfectly manicured formal gardens, and wrought-iron lanterns marked the historic stronghold where the Belmonte dynasty had consolidated its power over more than a century. In the distance, tall electrified perimeter fencing and armed guard posts made it unmistakably clear: no press photographer could ever breach these grounds.Sebastian walked at my side, hands tucked into the pockets of his long wool coat, his jaw set tight. Though we stood upon his ancestral land, the rigid set of his shoulders warned this place held ghosts of its own.“Every

POV SebastianThe simultaneous roar of eight diesel engines shattered the morning calm as the armored convoy pulled to a halt before the Food Industry Group’s flagship tower. Strobing red and blue lights from Federal Police and Financial Crimes Prosecution vehicles washed across the glass facade, painting the dawn in shades of relentless, icy blue.I stepped down from the lead vehicle, buttoning my black coat. At my side, Deputy Prosecutor General Mendoza carried a leather folder holding search warrants, court-ordered administration, and immediate arrest orders — signed barely two hours earlier by a federal criminal judge.“Perimeter sealed, Mr. Belmonte”, Valenzuela reported over the comms. “Emergency exits, service elevators, and underground parking access are fully secured. No one enters or leaves without official identification.”“Move up”, I commanded, my voice carrying no trace of mercy. “See that they do not destroy even a single sheet of paper.”The corporate lobby was secured