All Chapters of Her Notorious CEO: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Tasha found herself back at Daniel's office the next day. This time, the receptionists didn’t sneer or misbehave with her. She took a seat in the waiting room, the quiet hum of the air conditioning filling the space as she silently observed the comings and goings of the office staff.Just as she started settling into her thoughts, a familiar voice rang out."Hello," came a chirpy greeting. It was Anzila, her smile as wide as ever.Tasha's stomach tightened at the sight of her. Her already sour mood worsened, and she fought the urge to snap. Instead, she averted her gaze, choosing to ignore her completely.Anzila didn’t miss the cold shoulder. Frowning, she turned her attention to the receptionist. "Why is she sitting in the waiting room?" she asked, her finger pointing directly at Tasha. Her tone was full of exaggerated curiosity, the kind that made Tasha grind her teeth.The receptionist glanced at Tasha and then back at Anzila. "She says she’s here to meet Sir. Claims she’s his wife

I was standing there in a red bridal dress. It fit me perfectly, and the way it shimmered made me look like I was glowing. But my heart wasn’t at ease. My hands were cold, and my eyes—oh, my eyes—they burned like fire. White smoke swirled around me, making everything feel unreal. In front of me stood Daniel, dressed in black. His dark clothes made him look powerful, almost dangerous, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He stepped closer, so close that I could feel his breath against my ear. His voice was soft, yet it held a promise I couldn’t ignore. "I will never let you forget this day, Tasha Aksam Chaudhry," he whispered. His words sent shivers through me. My heart raced, and my body froze. I could smell his breath—warm and familiar. His closeness was overwhelming, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. But I didn’t pull away. Instead, I spoke back, my voice quick and shaky. "I am also never going to leave you." As soon as I said it, the world around us changed. The soft white

The weather had been unforgiving since morning, with relentless rain casting a chilling grip on the evening. The invitation to the business party had arrived earlier, and Tasha knew Daniel would attend. Determined, she prepared meticulously—a dark brown short skirt paired with black trousers, her long hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders, occasionally brushed aside by her fingers. Light pink lipstick completed her look, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in her heart.As she stepped into the lavish party, her eyes scanned the crowd for Daniel. It didn’t take long. He stood amongst a group of people, exuding an air of authority and charm that made him impossible to miss. Tasha wasted no time, walking straight toward him."Hello," she greeted, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest.Daniel turned to her, his expression unreadable. He neither questioned her presence nor showed any interest in her sudden appearance."Daniel, can we talk? Please..." she

The atmosphere was thick with uncertainty and unresolved emotions as Tasha spoke to Bisma, trying to mask her true feelings with humor and bravado. Despite her tough exterior, the vulnerability in her eyes and the way her hands trembled revealed the truth—she was still deeply affected by the events that had unfolded.Bisma, noticing the subtle change in Tasha's demeanor, couldn't help but worry. "But Tasha, you were ready to get a divorce before. Why have you changed your mind?"Tasha smiled faintly, but there was a hint of something deeper, something more profound behind her words. "I don't know. Things have changed... and I’m not sure if I’m ready to give up yet. There’s a lot I still need to figure out."She shifted her position, trying to avoid confronting the discomfort in her chest. The mention of her marriage made her feel like she was walking on a tightrope—between what she wanted and what was expected of her. Her emotions were complicated; Daniel’s unpredictable kindness and

Daniel was deeply absorbed in his work at the office, the hum of the environment around him barely registering. He was methodical, focused on the tasks at hand. But suddenly, his phone buzzed, snapping him from his concentration. The name on the screen flashed in bold letters: PB. He knew exactly who it was. His fingers hovered for a brief moment over the phone, almost as if weighing the decision. Then, with a nonchalant sigh, he answered the call with the opposite hand and raised the phone to his ear. "Speak..." The voice that answered him on the other side was soft and sweet, and instantly, it seemed to carry him away from the sterile office air to a place much warmer. "Send greetings to me first. Then I’ll say something," the voice teased, its playful tone causing him to pause. A surge of old memories hit him like a wave, and for a fleeting moment, he was somewhere else—somewhere distant yet familiar. He had heard that voice countless times, in moments both trivial and profoun