บททั้งหมดของ Faceless Love with Mr CEO : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

 A Dangerous Rival  Tashi didn’t like change. Not when it threatened what was supposed to be hers. Carl had always been the same—cold, distant, and untouchable. She had spent years getting close to him, understanding his moods, knowing what made him tick. She had built a place for herself in his life, whether he acknowledged it or not. But now, something was different. And the reason had a name—Mia Jasper.  Tashi had brushed Mia off at first. Another nobody. Another woman Carl wouldn’t waste his time on. But lately, she had seen something unsettling—Carl was paying attention. No, not in an obvious way. Not in a way most people would notice. But Tashi knew Carl. And she knew when something was occupying his mind.

 Unseen and Unheard Mia’s POV   I stared at the investor reports in front of me, but the words blurred together. I wasn’t focusing. No matter how hard I tried, my mind kept drifting back to her. Tashi. The woman who had threatened me on my wedding day. The woman who had humiliated me at the boutique. And now, the woman who flirted with my husband in front of me, as if I didn’t exist. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. Carl hadn’t even stopped her. He had just let it happen. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like she belonged by his side. And I… I was just an outsider. I should hav

A Taste of the Past(Mia’s POV The kitchen was warm, filled with the rich aroma of spices and simmering broth. I hadn't planned on cooking this morning—I never did except in the office given the army of chefs employed to cater to Carl's every whim. But something about today had left me restless, and after my conversation with Carl weeks ago, I couldn't shake the thought of his eating habits from my mind.I had woken up thinking about it. The way he had sat there, poking at his food, lost in thought. The way his voice had softened just the slightest bit when he spoke about his mother’s cooking.I wasn’t sure why, but I found myself drawn to the kitchen, beside it was weekend, no work today, moving on instinct rather than conscious thought. The staff had been surprised when I asked them to leave, but they didn’t question me. Now, as I stood over the stove, stirring a pot of soup, I felt an odd sense of calm.Cooking had never been something I did often, but I wasn’t terrible at it.

Mia’s Small Victory(Mia’s POV I never expected him to eat it.When I set the plate in front of Carl earlier, I had already braced myself for rejection. He was predictable in his cruelty—cold, dismissive, and always looking for ways to make my life unbearable.But tonight was different.Tonight, he ate my food.And not just that—he froze.For a split second, his sharp, unreadable eyes widened as if I had knocked the air out of him. He had stared at the plate like it held some kind of memory, something powerful enough to break through the walls he had spent years building.It had been brief. Almost imperceptible.But I had seen it.And I felt it.Now, as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my heart was still racing.It wasn’t just that Carl ate something I made—it was how he ate it.For the first time since we were forced into this arrangement, he hadn’t glared at me with that cold, detached expression. He hadn’t pushed the plate aside or made some biting remark about my place in his

Carl’s Strict Rules(Carl’s POV Carl sat in his office, his fingers interlocked as he leaned back in his chair. His mind kept drifting back to the meeting—to Mia.She had surprised him.He had known she was competent, but watching her command the room with such confidence had been… unexpected. He had seen the way Hans had looked at her—intrigued, impressed. And Diana, for all her arrogance, had been forced to acknowledge Mia’s presence.Carl hated that it had come to this.That he had been the one to speak up for her.He hadn’t planned on defending her. He had told himself from the beginning that Mia was temporary, a woman forced into his life through circumstance. There was no reason for him to care whether she sank or swam.And yet…Diana.Diana had tried to belittle her. Not as an employee, but as his wife.That was what had pushed him to speak up.He knew his stepmother well. She hated him, just as much as she hated the fact that his father would choose him as the CEO instead of