Semua Bab The Billionaire's Sixty-Day Wife: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Alejandro’s POVThe lobby of Vega Pharmaceuticals feels different the moment I walk inside. Conversations stop halfway through sentences, employees lower their voices, and even the security guards stand a little straighter as though everyone already knows today won’t end quietly.I step out of the elevator. The boardroom doors are already open. Victor is there before me. Coffee in one hand. Calm smile. Perfect suit. “Good morning, Alejandro.” I meet his eyes. “Morning.” His smile never changes. “I hope Maria is recovering.”“She is.” “I’m glad.” He sounds sincere. That’s what makes him dangerous. Dylan catches up beside me carrying three folders and a paper cup. He looks at Victor. “…You smile too much before meetings.” Victor chuckles softly. “I’ll try smiling less.”“Please do.” “It seems to bother you.” “It absolutely does.” I almost smile. Almost. The directors slowly take their seats. Nobody jokes. Nobody chats. The room feels tighter than it did last week. Director Collins clear

Alejandro’s POVBy the next morning, I make one decision. Camila is not going anywhere alone. Not until we know who has been watching us. She folds her arms the second I tell her. “…Seriously?” I nod. “Seriously.”She sighs dramatically. “Alejandro.” “Camila.” “I’ve survived twenty-six years.” “I know.” “I can walk to another room.” “I know.” She narrows her eyes. “You keep saying ‘I know.’” “Because I do.”“And?” “And you’re still not going alone.” She throws both hands into the air. “This is unbelievable.” Mrs. Harper quietly walks into the dining room carrying fresh coffee. She looks between us. “…Who is winning?”Camila immediately points at me. “He thinks I need security to cross the hallway.” Mrs. Harper takes a thoughtful sip. “He has a point.” Camila blinks. “…You too?” Mrs. Harper smiles. “I like cautious men.” “I liked you five seconds ago.”“You still do.” “I know.” Mrs. Harper laughs. “See?” “He learned from Alejandro.” Even Dylan joins the conversation as he walks in. “Wh

Alejandro’s POVSomething feels wrong before I even open my eyes. The house is too quiet. The silence presses against my chest until I instinctively reach toward the other side of the bed. Empty. I sit upright immediately. “Camila?” No answer.I throw the blanket aside and walk into the hallway. The guest room door stands open. The light is still on. My heartbeat stumbles. “Camila?” Still nothing. I step inside. The room is empty. The bed hasn’t been slept in.One wardrobe door hangs slightly open. A cold wave rushes through me. “No…” I look around desperately. Her favorite sweater is gone. The small blue travel bag she always kept in the closet… gone. Every thought crashes into the next.The torn photographs. The threats. The goodbye look she’d been wearing for days. “No.” I break into a run. My footsteps thunder through the hallway. “Camila!” Mrs. Harper’s bedroom door opens halfway. She blinks sleepily. “Alejandro?” “Have you seen her?”Her expression changes instantly. “…Oh no.” I

Alejandro’s POVThe velvet ring box feels heavier than it should. It rests quietly in my hand while Camila keeps looking at it, and the smile slowly spreading across her face almost makes me forget everything waiting outside this office.She lets out the tiniest laugh. “…You kept it.” I nod. “I always planned to.” Her eyes soften. “You never threw it away.” “I couldn’t.” She takes one careful step closer. “I thought…” She smiles shyly. “…I thought you’d hidden it somewhere.”“I did.” I hold up the box. “In my desk.” She laughs. “…You’re impossible.” “I’ve heard that before.” Her gaze never leaves the ring box. Not because of the ring. Because of what it means. Hope. A future. A promise.She slowly reaches toward it. “…Can I?” I place it gently in her hands. She opens the lid. The diamond catches the afternoon light. For a long moment… neither of us says anything. Then she looks up at me. “So…” A teasing smile appears. “…Ask.”I blink. “What?” She laughs. “You heard me.” “I did.” “So a

Alejandro’s POVThe hospital no longer feels like a place that heals people. It feels like a battlefield where everyone keeps pretending everything is normal while fear quietly walks through every hallway beside us.I stand outside Maria’s room. Two security guards remain at the door. Another patrol circles the hallway every fifteen minutes. Still… it doesn’t feel like enough. Camila quietly walks out carrying two paper cups of coffee. “I brought you one.” I accept it without taking my eyes off the corridor.“Thank you.” She studies my face. “You’re thinking.” “I am.” “About the attack?” I nod slowly. “Something doesn’t fit.” She hands me the coffee. “What do you mean?” I lower my voice. “If they wanted revenge…” She waits. “Why didn’t they take Maria?”Camila blinks. “They tried.” “Did they?” Confusion slowly replaces exhaustion in her eyes. I continue carefully. “She fought back.” “Yes.” “They ran.” “They heard security.” I nod once. “I know.” “But…” I stare toward Maria’s room. “…t