All Chapters of CEO's Delicate Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The morning air was thick with anticipation as Erica slipped out of her home, careful not to alert anyone. The tension of the past few weeks had driven her to this moment, the lines between ally and enemy blurred beyond recognition. With each passing day, her instincts had screamed louder, urging her to act. She’d been the victim of too many plots, too many attempts on her life. She wasn’t going to wait for the next one.Her wounds had healed, but she still carried the weight of them as if they were freshly inflicted. Every ache reminded her of the fragility of life, of how easily she could have been lost. And now, with Julian’s secret life fully exposed and King lurking in the shadows, Erica could no longer afford to stay passive. She had to take matters into her own hands.No one knew the truth about her, not even Julian. Not about the years spent training under her father’s men, the long days of drills and grueling combat sessions, the intense survival exercises that had hardened h

The next morning, Erica awoke with a sense of resolve. She had been preparing herself mentally for what was to come, and today was the day she would take the next step. She knew she couldn't let Ophelia, King, or anyone else get ahead of her. The old, reactive Erica was gone. Now, she was in control.After dressing in a black leather jacket and fitted jeans, Erica strapped the small handgun to her waist and hid it under her jacket. The concealed weapon gave her a sense of comfort—a reminder that she wasn’t helpless. She would face her enemies head-on, but on her terms.She walked downstairs, and the nurse greeted her with a concerned look. "Are you sure you should be moving around this much? You’re still healing.""I’m fine," Erica said with a reassuring smile. "I’m stronger than I look." The nurse nodded but didn’t look convinced. Erica brushed past her and grabbed her keys. She was headed to Jonathan’s estate today. She needed answers, and there was no one better to provide them tha

The morning sunlight streamed through the windows of Erica’s room, casting a warm glow across the bed. She hadn’t slept much after her talk with Julian the night before. Her mind had been racing, spinning around everything they had revealed to each other. The secrets they had shared had created a new dynamic between them—one built on trust, but also uncertainty. Erica dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of black jeans and a fitted sweater. She wanted to be comfortable, but she also needed to be prepared. Every step she took now was deliberate, every action calculated. There was no room for error. Ophelia was still out there, plotting, and Erica wasn’t going to sit idly by while everything she loved was threatened.She made her way downstairs, her footsteps light but purposeful. As she reached the bottom of the staircase, she found Amanda in the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee. The nurse looked up, a tired smile on her face."Good morning," Amanda said. "You look… focused.""I

The wind whipped through the city streets as Erica stood at the edge of the park, hidden in the shadow of an old oak tree. Her eyes scanned the landscape, watching the figures moving in the distance. The world outside was quiet—dogs barking, a couple strolling by—but none of it reached her. Every muscle in her body was tense, her heartbeat steady but heavy. The anticipation of what was to come kept her nerves on edge.Julian was beside her, his breath visible in the crisp air. He hadn’t spoken much since they left the house. His movements were smooth, efficient, but there was a weight in his silence that Erica couldn’t ignore. His face, always composed, was harder to read than ever. He was a statue carved of granite, solid and unmoving.“They’ll be here soon,” Julian finally said, his voice low, barely a whisper over the wind.Erica’s hand tightened on the strap of the bag slung over her shoulder. Inside was everything they had prepared for—papers, files, tools of persuasion. It felt

The wind howled outside the car as Julian sped back into the city, the night stretching ahead of them like a dark tunnel. The streets were nearly empty, the occasional passing car or pedestrian just a blur against the window. Erica sat in the passenger seat, staring down at the notebook in her hands, her father’s handwriting etched into the pages like a ghost from the past.Each name in the list felt like a weight, and Ophelia’s at the top was a cold reminder of just how deep her influence ran. Erica’s chest tightened. All this time, her father had known what Ophelia was capable of. He had been collecting evidence, trying to protect everything he had built—and now, it was up to her to finish what he had started.Julian glanced over at her. “You okay?”She nodded, but the truth was, she wasn’t. The list felt like a ticking time bomb, and the more she looked at it, the more she realized how close they were to something catastrophic. “How long do you think we have before Ophelia figures