Semua Bab Mr. Sterling, Your Ex-wife is a Famous CEO : Bab 41 - Bab 50

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"But…you’re already so busy with the company's business." Adrian let concern color his voice. "That's a lot to take on.” ""I'll do both." Arabella's voice shook—not with weakness, but with fury. "I had him 10 years ago, Adrian. He's been part of every decision I've made since…” She looked at Axel, who was focused intently on his sketchpad. "...even when he seems impossibly far away.” Adrian said nothing. Guilt choked him. Arabella straightened, lifting her chin. "So. Do I get the job?” Adrian gestured to the remaining candidates. They filed out, confused and disappointed. He turned to Axel and tapped his shoulder. "What do you think about Mom being your new nanny?” Arabella's breath caught. Mom. He'd called her Mom. For five years, she'd begged him to use that word. Cried. Argued. Pleaded. "I don't want to confuse Axel," he'd always said. "Serena is the mother I want him to have." She'd carried Axel for nine months. Endured twenty-three hours of labor. Nursed him th

The doctor pressed the final strip of medical tape over the gauze covering Adrian's shoulder blade. "There." He stepped back, examining his work. "You're lucky. The burn is superficial. Painful, but not deep. Your suit jacket took the worst of it.” He snapped off his gloves and tossed them in the medical waste bin. "Keep the wound clean and dry. Change the dressing daily—more often if it gets wet." He made notes on the chart. "I'm prescribing antibiotic cream and pain medication. Apply the cream before each new bandage.” Adrian nodded, barely listening. He looked up as Gavin entered carrying a fresh suit on a hanger. “Arabella?" Adrian's voice was tight. "How is she?” "Still unconscious, but stable. The doctor says she'll wake soon, nothing serious." Gavin paused. "Her assistant is with her.” The doctor looked up from his notes. "Avoid putting pressure on your back for a few days. No heavy lifting. It should heal completely in two to three weeks if you follow instruc

"We're here." Ivan's voice was soft as he pulled through the Sterling estate gates. Arabella stirred, eyes half-closed. She stretched lazily. She leaned forward suddenly.Her face was inches from Ivan's."Wanna spend the night with me?" The words tumbled out, slurred.Completely drunk. She'd spent hours at a high-end bar downtown, drowning her feelings in expensive wine. Ivan smiled despite himself, cupping her flushed face gently.She rarely drank like this. Something was wrong. "Are you sure?" His voice was gentle. "You want me to stay the night at your ex-husband's house?” “Of course." She giggled. "You're my fiancé, aren't you?"Her words slurred together. Ivan leaned closer to unbuckle her seatbelt.His cheek brushed against hers.A sharp knock on the passenger window.Ivan rolled it down.Adrian stood outside, jaw tight, eyes fixed on how close they were.Adrian yanked the door open. "I'll take her from here."He reached for her.Ivan was already out of the car, moving ar

The press room at Sterling Law Group was packed.Cameras lined the walls. Reporters filled every seat, murmuring as live broadcast lights flickered on.Adrian sat in the front row alongside Serena and three board members.Waiting.None of them believed a press conference could save the company now. The stock had dropped 40% in three days.Cash reserves were depleting. Client contracts were being canceled.Sterling Law Group was bleeding out. Arabella stepped onto the stage.The room exploded“Ms. Greene! Did your audit drive Martin Hale to suicide?""Were the fired employees right about internal corruption?"“Did you target Serena Smith personally?”Arabella reached the podium and placed a thin folder down.Beside it, she set a small glass bottle filled with clear liquid.The soft clink echoed through the microphones.Slowly, the room went quiet."Thank you for coming." Her voice was calm. Steady."I understand the concerns about recent events at Sterling Law Group. I'm here to addr