All Chapters of Forbidden Balance - A Dark CEO Romance: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

It was far after midnight. The penthouse was in the semi-dark, only the gentle light the city went through the bottom windows. Alexander stood with his back Lena on the window front, a glass of whisky in his hand, which he had hardly touched. His shoulders were tensed, the muscles under the open shirt hard.Lena went quietly behind him. She only wore one of his shirts. For a moment hesitated her, then she slept her arms around his waist from behind and put her cheek on his broad back.“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Her voice broke. That I lied to you. That I didn't mention Sophie earlier. That I even came in here, to destroy you.”Alexander kept silent. Then he turned off the glass, turned around and looked at it down. In his dark eyes there was a depth that she rarely saw with him – not only anger or dominance, but pure, raw vulnerability.“I’ve never let anyone as close to me as you have,” he said quietly. “After the death of Clara, I swore that no one would ever do that wil

Three days after the confrontation with Raven there was a deceptive calm in Penthouse. Sophie was safe at Villa am Tegernsee, Raven sat in Examination, and the media had slowly crashed to other scandals.But Alexander knew better.He sat in the darkened work room of the penthouse, as his chief of security Julian came in. The man looked serious – more serious than at the shooting in Industrial park.“We cracked Raven,” said Julian quietly. “It has cost a lot, but he has said.Alexander leaned back. “And?”“There is someone over him. Someone who finances and directs Shadow Balance. Someone who has been trying to take over the Voss Group for years.”Julian put a tablet on the table and opened a photo.Alexander died.The face on the picture was only too familiar to him: grey-haired, mid-60, with cold, aristocratic trains and a victorious smile.Dr. Victor Langenbach.His former mentor. The man who helped him 15 years ago, the Voss Building Group – and who later tried to betray it

The next day started early and brutal.Alexander had arranged the meeting with Elena Langenbach on neutral ground – in a small, exclusive café in a side street of Frankfurt city centre. Only Julian and two security people were close.Elena Langenbach was 32, elegant, with sharp facial features and the same cold eyes like her father. She had a long time before she spoke.“You have courage, Voss. After everything my father has done to you, come to me?”“I don’t need allies from compassion,” Alexander answered calmly. “I need someone who knows the truth. Your father tries me and my future wife to destroy. And he uses methods that are new to him.”Elena laughed quietly and bitterly. “Future woman? The little spy? Interesting.” You took a sip of coffee. “My father hates you since you let him out of the Companies have pushed. He sees in you the son he never had – and he must therefore destroy.”She hesitated, then she pushed a USB stick over the table.“Here are some of his private

The morning sun fell through the large windows of the penthouse and dived the Bedroom in warm light. Sophie slept deep in the guest room, guarded by two men. For the first time in weeks, the penthouse felt almost peaceful.Alexander lay on his back, Lena half on his chest. Her fingers drew sluggish Circles on his skin while his hand gently dashed over her naked back.“Tell me about our future,” Lena suddenly whispered. “Not from war. Not by Langenbach. That’s it.”Alexander shunned a moment, then he turned to the side, so that they were in the eyes saw. His hand lay on her cheek.“I want to marry you,” he said without a dizzy. His voice was deep and serious. “Not in a year. As soon as this nightmare is over. A small private ceremony – just us, Sophie, Julian and maybe a few selected people. We'll fly somewhere where nobody knows us. Maldives. Or a private island Greece.Lena smiled, tears shined in her eyes. “And then?”“Then we build something real.” He was wearing the thumb

The lights of Frankfurt shimmered slightly through the panoramic windows. In Penthouse ruled a heavy, almost holy silence. Tomorrow would be all to be decided. Tomorrow one of them — or both — might not be more alive.Alexander stood at the window, only in a dark pants, a glass of whisky in his hand, that he did not touch. Lena stood quietly behind him, slept around his waist, and put her cheek on his warm back.“I’m afraid,” she whispered. It was the most honest thing she had ever said to him.Alexander turned around and pulled her firmly into his arms. His chin rested on her head. “I too,” he stood quiet. “Not for me. For you. To the life we are just dreamed.”He raised her chin. In his dark eyes lay a depth that she almost threw — love, Fear, repentance and an involuntary will.“I was never a good person, Lena. I did things I'm not proud of. But with you... I want to be better with you. I want to be the man who is home in the evening comes and not only brings power, but p