All Chapters of Married to the cold CEO: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Memory of the Fallen

Silence weighed heavier than the rain that had battered the mansion all night.Elena hadn’t moved from the window since the officers left. The world beyond the glass was gray and empty, just like her chest.Damian was gone.At least, that was what they said.But something inside her refused to accept it. The man who built empires from ashes, who fought battles with nothing but a glare, couldn’t simply vanish beneath a river.Still clutching the small memory card she’d found in Vivienne’s pouch, she whispered to herself, “You’re not dead… You can’t be.”Adrian stood by the doorway, his usual composure replaced by raw fatigue. His shirt was damp, hair disheveled, eyes rimmed red.“They’ve suspended the search for tonight,” he said quietly. “They’ll resume at dawn.”Elena turned, her voice trembling. “Do you believe he’s alive?”Adrian hesitated — and in that silence, she saw the doubt he didn’t want to admit.“I’ve worked for Mr. Cross for seven years,” he said at last. “If there’s one

Whispers Behind Glass Walls

A hush lingered in the hallway as Elena stepped out of the elevator, her reflection rippling in the glass wall that separated the top executive offices from the rest of Cross Enterprises. Every step she took echoed—a reminder that this part of the building wasn’t meant for anyone without authority. Or without his permission.She adjusted the strap of her handbag and clutched the folder to her chest. Inside were the financial reports she had spent the entire night fixing, numbers that could make or break the partnership Damian had been negotiating for weeks.“Mrs. Cross?” Adrian’s voice came from behind, soft but laced with tension. “He’s been asking for you.”Elena blinked. “Now?”Adrian nodded, his expression unreadable. “He’s… not in the best mood. Just, be careful what you say.”She almost laughed. When was Damian Cross ever in a good mood? Still, the warning left her uneasy. She drew in a breath, then pushed open the glass door to his office.Damian stood by the massive window, ci

Echoes of the Past

Soft jazz drifted through the penthouse that night, though neither of them heard it.Damian sat on the edge of the couch, shirt sleeves rolled up, a glass of untouched whiskey glinting beside him. His gaze was fixed on the flickering city skyline—but his mind was trapped years back, in a night soaked with mistakes he had buried too deep.Elena stood by the door, watching him from the dim light. Silence weighed between them heavier than anger ever could. She had said nothing since they left the office. He hadn’t explained. And that, somehow, hurt more.When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet, almost brittle.“Project Phoenix,” she said, each syllable measured. “What is it?”Damian’s fingers tightened around the glass until it cracked. “Where did you hear that name?”“I found it in the archives,” she admitted, stepping closer. “Julian was there. He said—”His head snapped up. “Julian Crane was with you?”“Yes. He said the project involved you, Vivienne, and Marcus. He said it destro

Whispers in the Glass Office

Silence wrapped around the top floor like a second skin. The only sound was the rhythmic ticking of Damian’s wristwatch as he stood before the vast glass wall, overlooking the city he ruled — and the life that was slowly slipping through his fingers.Elena hadn’t spoken to him since the night of the charity gala. She had looked at him differently — not with fear, not even anger, but with a kind of wounded realization. And that silence had been far louder than any argument.Damian’s jaw tightened. “You’re late,” he said without turning as he heard the elevator chime.Elena stepped into the office, her heels tapping against the marble floor, echoing the strain in her chest. “I wasn’t aware I still had to report to you like one of your employees.”His gaze shifted to her reflection in the glass — poised, calm, yet trembling on the inside. “You’re my wife, Elena. You report to me whether you like it or not.”She folded her arms, her tone steady. “A wife who was bought and signed into your

Shadows in Her Hand

Wind stirred through the streets as Elena gripped the tiny flash drive in her palm, its metallic edge biting faintly into her skin. She didn’t know whether to drop it into the nearest drain or run home and open it — because either choice might ruin everything.The man’s words still echoed in her mind. “Your husband isn’t the only one with secrets.”Her heart raced as she turned down another street. The city seemed louder, more suspicious — every honk, every passing car felt like a whisper of danger. She spotted a cab and waved it down, sliding into the back seat before her fear could talk her out of it.“Cross Tower,” she said quickly.The driver nodded, and they merged into traffic.Her mind churned as skyscrapers blurred by. What if this was some trap? What if she was walking straight into Damian’s enemies’ hands? Yet deep inside, a quiet voice told her this — this flash drive — might finally be her chance to uncover the truth he’d kept hidden for months.She looked down at it again

Shadows Behind the Smile

It had been three days since Elena last saw Damian, and the silence had begun to stretch too thin. It pressed against her like an invisible weight, reminding her that peace in his mansion was never real—it was simply the calm before something shifted, or shattered.The breakfast table was too quiet. The clink of silver against porcelain echoed through the vast dining hall, and even the maids moved carefully, as if afraid of stirring the tension that had settled like fog. Damian’s chair remained empty, untouched, the coffee beside it long cold.Elena tried to convince herself she didn’t care. That his absence meant freedom. That she could breathe without his piercing gaze, without that strange energy between them that left her confused, angry, and breathless all at once. But she was lying to herself.When the phone on the table vibrated, she jumped. Her heart thudded until she saw the caller ID—Bella.“Hey,” Elena whispered, stepping out onto the balcony for some air. “You picked a goo

The Man in the Rain

She couldn’t move. The rain lashed against the windows in wild, uneven beats, blurring the figure that stood just beyond the glass. Every instinct screamed at her to run, but fear held her there—frozen, heart thundering against her ribs.The lightning flashed, bright and violent, and for a split second she saw his face. Not Damian. Someone else. His features were unfamiliar—sharp jaw, slick hair, dark eyes that gleamed even through the rain. He raised a hand slowly and pressed his fingers to the windowpane, leaving behind a trail of water as if marking his presence deliberately.Elena’s breath came out in shallow bursts. “Who are you?” she whispered, though she knew he couldn’t hear her.No answer. Just silence.And then, as if to mock her, he smiled—slowly, chillingly—and vanished into the darkness.She stumbled backward, bumping into a chair. Her phone buzzed again on the coffee table. Another message. Her hands shook as she picked it up.> Unknown Number: You weren’t supposed to op

Fractures of Trust

How could a single whisper undo everything she had fought to build?Elena stood by the tall glass window of the Cross Corporation penthouse, her reflection fragmented by the rain sliding down the glass. The city shimmered below like a restless ocean of lights, but none of its beauty reached her heart tonight. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reread the anonymous message on her phone for the tenth time:> “Ask him about the night in Zurich. Ask him what he traded for your father’s company.”The words burned. Not because she wanted to believe them, but because they felt too precise, too calculated to be random gossip. Zurich. The city Damian had flown to three months ago—the same week her father’s company had miraculously been saved from bankruptcy.She had tried to trust him. Tried to believe that beneath his glacial silence was a man capable of warmth. But lately, every look, every gentle touch, every stolen glance carried a question mark she couldn’t erase.Behind her, the sound

Whispers Behind the Mask

Behind the fragile silence of Damian’s mansion, secrets moved like shadows, unseen but always present.Elena stood at the foot of the grand staircase, her gaze tracing the faint reflections of moonlight scattered across the marble floor. She had returned from her mother’s house only hours ago—unannounced, uninvited, and uncertain why she had come back at all. Every corner of this place echoed with memories: his rare smiles, his quiet rage, the storm of emotions she could never predict.She had promised herself distance, yet here she was again.The butler had been surprised to see her but said nothing. He simply took her coat and vanished, leaving her alone in the massive hall. She wasn’t sure if Damian even knew she was here. And part of her wondered—did she want him to?Her thoughts fractured as faint voices drifted from the study down the corridor. She recognized one instantly.Marcus Blackwell.Her pulse quickened.She moved closer, careful not to let her heels click against the po

When Silence Speaks Louder

He stood by the wide glass window of his penthouse office, watching the city drown under a silver curtain of rain. The rhythmic sound of droplets against glass was the only thing that dared to fill the silence between them. Damian didn’t turn when the door clicked shut behind Elena. Her heels echoed softly on the marble floor before stopping a few feet away.“Why did you cancel the board meeting?” she asked, voice calm, but her hands twisted slightly around the strap of her purse.He didn’t answer immediately. His reflection in the glass stared back at him—sharp suit, sharper eyes, but a man coming undone. “Because,” Damian finally said, “I didn’t want to face their questions when I don’t even have answers for myself.”Elena blinked, taken aback by the quiet exhaustion in his voice. This wasn’t the unshakable CEO everyone feared. This was someone else—someone she had glimpsed only in fleeting moments.She took a hesitant step closer. “Then maybe you should let someone help you find th

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