All Chapters of The Black Widow's CEO: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Damian watched as Sam is ahead with her friends, browsing through the display of a street market late Friday morning while he walked beside Jacob and Andres. He watched thru his dark glasses as Sam carefully picked up a handmade bag, inspecting it while the seller is selling her the product.“You know you could have extended another day,” Jacob commented with a chuckle as he looked at him. “You’ve been watching your wife like a vulture ever since the two of you stepped out from the car.”Andres Grant, his other good friend, laughed in unison.“Probably gave her a few hours to rest,” he pointed with mirth as he picked up a box of high-end cigars and asked the seller how much. “Knowing our friend here, he must have exhausted her for the past four days and nights.”Jacob continued to laugh as he also decided to buy a box, handing his card for the payment.“So, how does it feel getting what you want?” He questioned as the three of them continued down the street, looking at goods being dis

Damian woke up with a hell of a headache, his hand going immediately to his head and massaging the sides in slow, circular motions. Cursing himself for overindulging too much alcohol in broad daylight, he groaned for a while, burying his face on the pillows.Finally opening his eyes, he noted that he was in the bedroom back in the villa. Though he was not surprised about it, he knew that Jacob and Andres will be looking out for him while laughing. What surprised him is when he saw that there was an indentation of Sam’s presence beside him on the bed.He placed one hand on her side and still felt the fading warmth, realizing that she just stood up ahead for several minutes before he opened his eyes. Up to now, he still continued to marvel that he couldn’t even feel her when she moves up from the bed and wondered when he will be able to feel that.It was almost seven in the evening and he is topless.His eyes strayed towards a book that she must have been reading and noted that it’s a p

Damian, sitting in his chair inside his office, is deeply analyzing the words that Sam had said yesterday. The phone on his desk rang but he didn't answer it. His frown intensified especially when Sam told him that while they are together, she will do everything in her power to protect him from her world. She seems to have forgotten who she is married to, he thought with annoyance. He leaned back on his chair. Just how cruel is your world, Samantha? He recalled the way her face changed when he surprised her by having her dog brought to Stratham. When he found her at the terrace, her expression was void of all emotions, the wall she had built over the years, gaining another inch. But when Gunny came in, it's as if it vanished as her expression changed into relief, knowing that she has someone with her now to erase her loneliness. Damian suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy towards her dog. Sam never had that expression on her face when she sees him. He wondered when will she

Sam entered her office the following day and abruptly stopped when she saw Felix Conroy standing by her office, obviously waiting for her arrival. She gripped the folder in her hand when he turned towards her expectantly.“Were you able to have the figures revised?” Felix then asked expectantly.Walking towards her desk, Sam placed her bag on the chair and handed him the folder. She watched as Felix opened the file and read through it with his eyes for a long while before finally nodding with satisfaction.“Good to see that you had him agree to this,” he said to her calmly. “The ROI he presented will not be suitable for us. Have this notarized immediately by legal, Sam and then we can put this to rest.”“I had Shirley call them to come here to get the file,” Sam informed patiently.“Well, that’s it then,” Felix said with finality. He looked at her and there was some glint in his eyes but decided not to say it. “As long as you are keeping McLaren in check, we won’t be seeing each other

Damian was left sitting on the couch as Ara and Vincent escorted Oliver out of his house, talking in lowering voices about Sam’s condition. He leaned back and closed his eyes as the words of her psychiatrist came haunting him back.“Sam said that she is dirty,” Oliver said.“Dirty?” Ara asked, aghast at the word. “How did she ever come up with that description to herself? Why did she even think of that?!”“She refused to expound,” Oliver responded grimly. “I tried to let her expound but stopped because the more I tried, the more she retreats. I cannot have that happened. It was difficult pulling her out from the abyss she drowned in.”Oliver continued to discussed some more about Sam’s condition and apologized that he couldn’t be able to give them more answers. Only questions have remained and he gave his word that he will check on Sam from time to time.“If she decides to go down at her own time, give her the upper hand,” he suggested. “She will for sure look for some affirmation. Ju