All Chapters of The CEO Fierce Bodyguard: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The scars on my skin from Mitch's brutality stared back at him, and I watched as Atlas struggled to keep his composure. His eyes, once fierce with anger, now glistened with a mix of sorrow and disbelief. It was as though the very sight of those scars was pulling him into a vortex of pain and rage he barely managed to keep in check.I could see the muscles in his jaw clench and unclench, his breaths coming in shallow, controlled gasps. The silence in the room grew heavy, almost suffocating, as the weight of my scars bore down on both of us. He looked at each mark with an intensity that spoke of the anguish and anger he felt for what Mitch had done to me.Calmly, he rose from the bed and approached me, his expression softening ever so slightly when our eyes locked together. I could feel his gaze as it traveled over my skin.Then he leaned in, kissing each slowly and deliberately one by one. Each time his lips brushed my skin, I felt the tiniest bit more of the tension leave my body. Wh

As Tony and Atlas continued their conversation about Derrie, I found myself lost in thought, staring blankly at the floor. My mind was racing, filled with the sudden realization of the urgency of the situation. What if the information I had could change everything? The Night Owl headquarters—Linda might hold the key to uncovering the truth.Atlas’s voice cut through my haze, pulling me back to the present. “Lilith?” His voice was soft but firm, causing me to look up. “What’s wrong?”I hesitated, my heart pounding as I tried to find the right words. “It’s nothing,” I finally said, though my voice wavered. I didn’t want to lie to him, but the thought of him being involved with the Night Owl headquarters filled me with unease.Atlas studied me with a keen gaze, his brow furrowing in concern. “Lilith, I can tell something’s bothering you. Please, tell me.”Before I could respond, Atlas turned to Tony. “Tony, if there are any updates, let me know immediately. We need to get to the bottom o

I darted across the parking lot, keeping low and using the parked cars as cover. I reached Linda’s car quickly, my heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and anxiety. The thought of being caught made me tense, but I pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.I carefully examined the lock on the driver’s side door, retrieving my lock-picking tools from a hidden pocket. With practiced precision, I worked on the lock, my fingers moving deftly. It clicked open with a satisfying sound, and I quickly slipped inside, closing the door behind me as quietly as possible.Inside the car, I crouched down, hiding as best as I could while keeping an eye on the entrance of the parking lot. I checked my watch, noting the time. Atlas had given me a tight window, and I needed to be ready.The minutes ticked by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity. My mind raced with possibilities—what if Linda didn’t come out? What if she got a driver for herself? Just as doubt started to creep in, the entranc

Atlas drove his black SUV with precision, navigating the winding roads that led to the safehouse. The security measures were intense: guards stationed at strategic points, surveillance cameras covering every angle, and a massive iron gate that swung open only after a thorough inspection.He parked the car and glanced at me, his expression that of concern. "Ready?" he asked, his voice steady but with an edge of tension.I nodded, gripping the handle of my backpack. "Let's do this."We exited the car and walked towards the entrance, where two burly guards in black suits nodded at Atlas and stepped aside. Inside, the decor was minimalistic, almost clinical, and designed for functionality rather than comfort.Tony met us in the hallway, his sharp eyes assessing us quickly. "Follow me," he said, turning on his heel without waiting for a response. We trailed behind him, our footsteps echoing on the cold tile floor.He led us to a staircase that descended into the basement. The atmosphere

Humming, I moved around the kitchen with a sense of purpose, though my heart danced with the thrill of preparing something special for him. The sound of Atlas clearing his throat made me turn around, I caught his gaze fixed on me, a tender smile playing on his lips. "Good morning," I greeted him softly."Good morning, love," Atlas replied as he walked over.I focused on the eggs in the pan, the whites just beginning to set as I added a sprinkle of herbs. "I hope you're hungry," I teased lightly, my eyes meeting his as I felt his presence draw closer."I'm always hungry for your cooking," he said with a playful grin, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from my face. His touch sent shivers through me.As I plated the eggs and bacon, Atlas leaned against the counter, watching me with a soft intensity. "You know," he began, his voice turning serious yet tender, "this... being here with you, in moments like this, it feels like everything falls into place."I turned to him, settin