All Chapters of Forbidden Balance - A Dark CEO Romance: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The light of the rising sun dipped the penthouse in warm gold. On large terrace the table was already covered: fresh coffee, croissants, fruit, eggs with truffles and a glass of freshly pressed orange juice. Alexander sat already Table, only in a dark suit pants and an open white shirt. He looked like a man who dominated the world – and at the same time as someone who was just around them fought.Lena entered the terrace. She wore one of his shirts and none of them. Your legs were still slightly shaky from the hard session at the desk. Alexander she had a long time before he pointed to the chair.“Take a seat.”His voice was calm, but the tension in it was clearly noticeable. No smile. No tenderness. Only controlled intensity.Lena sat down. Her stomach was as constricted. She took a sip of coffee to Time to win, but Alexander didn't wait long.“Rede,” he said quietly. “From the beginning. No excuses. No half truths. Otherwise, this breakfast is the last time we sit together

In the late afternoon there was a tense silence in the penthouse. The Sun stood deep above the Frankfurter Türmen and dived the space in orange-red light. Alexander stood on the window with arms, while Lena with knocking Heart her encrypted prepaid phone held in her hands.“Write him,” Alexander commanded calmly, but with steel authority. “Tell him, you have high-brisante material – internal memo about project shadow, cash flows on Caymans and evidence of systematic tax evasion. Tell him you need a personal meeting because the data is too sensitive to digital transfer.”Lena nodded. Her fingers trembled easily when she typed the message.Lena: “Raven. Got gold. Project Shadow complete + financial flows. Too hot for chat or mail. Personal meeting necessary. Tomorrow night? Place of your choice, but safe.”She sent the message and put the phone on the table. Alexander joined she, put his big hands on her shoulders and massaged them easily – one seemingly calming gesture, which

The penthouse was dipped in damped light when they arrived. Alexander said no word while he wore Lena out of the elevator. Her legs were still trembling Adrenaline and the gunshots they had flew around their ears. He wore them directly into the bedroom, put her on the bed edge and kneeled in front of her.His hands trembled slightly when he stripped her the torn dress from the body. Not applicable greedy this time – but with an almost desperate care. He examined everyone Centimeters of her skin, as if he had to make sure that she was really unharmed.“You could have died,” he whispered. His voice broke easily. "A bullet... and I would have lost you.”Lena dashed through his dark hair. Tears ran over their cheeks. “I am here. With you.”Alexander stood up, pulled herself out and pushed her back to bed. This time it was not a hard, punishing sex. It was a bit deeper. Dringender.He slowly kissed her, almost insignificant, migrated with the lips over her neck, hers Breasts, thei

Last night, hell exploded.Alexander was in bed with Lena, when his phone vibrated. Then one. Then all three at once.He grabbed it and solidified.Breaking News – Frankfurt Economic Journal:“billion tax scandal at Voss Group: revealing internal evidence – CEO Alexander Voss should have systematically postponed funds in tax havens. Ex-employee Lena Moreau should have been significantly involved.’There were pictures. One thing Lena showed how she entered Alexander's penthouse. A further she showed both in intimate hug on the terrace – obviously with a telephoto lens. And the worst: Screenshots more real (not fake) documents from project shadow.Raven had beaten. Hard.Alexander sat up in a jerk. “This fucking son of a bitch...”Lena was awake and saw the headlines over his shoulder. Your face became kreidebleich. “Oh, God... these are real documents. Not the fake.”At this moment, the main telephone rang in the penthouse. Alexander took off and put on speaker.Raven’s distort

Alexander kept the phone in his hand, his body still with Lenas melted. The message glowed cold on the display.Unknown number: “Beautiful show, Voss. But that was just the first train. Your wife has another secret. Ask her about her sister.”The temperature in the penthouse seemed to fall abruptly.Alexander slowly retreated from Lena, stood up and looked down upon her. His View was dark, demanding, but also injured.‘Lena’.She sat up, pulled the torn costume untiringly over her naked breasts, and he missed his eyes. Her hands trembled.“Not now, please.”“But now.” His voice was quiet, but sharp as a blade. He sat next to she took her chin and forced her to look at him. “No more secrets. That's it. you swore to me. So talk.”Lena just closed his eyes. A single tear ran over her cheek. Then she started to speak quietly."My sister is Sophie. She's three years younger than me. Four years ago, she... made a serious mistake. She was in a toxic relationship and has started taki