All Chapters of Blind Deception: The CEO's Regret: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Alaric stepped out of the sleek black car and took in the sight before him. A sprawling estate tucked deep within the rolling countryside of Country S. Its grandeur was undeniable, yet it carried an air of defiance. The towering walls and looming gates seemed less an invitation and more a statement. Julio, the elusive artist, guarded his world fiercely.It had been three agonizing days since Alaric set foot in the country, and every hour had been consumed by his relentless pursuit of Julio. No calls were returned. Every attempt to reach him through intermediaries met the same response: Julio does not entertain visitors. Alaric had tried persuasion, subtle bribes, and even appealing to Julio’s ego, but the man remained a ghost. It was only by sheer persistence and a bit of calculated manipulation, that Alaric finally secured a grudging invitation to the estate.As he walked through the heavy wooden doors, Jimmy followed close behind, his usual jovial demeanor replaced by quiet apprehen

The fire crackled softly in the Carters' exquisite sitting room, its flickering light casting Helena Carter’s shadow long and imposing against the wallpaper. Across from her, Harley paced, her frustration palpable in every sharp click of her heels against the marble floor.“I don’t understand it, Mother,” Harley seethed, her hands clenching at her sides. “I followed your advice. I sent the photos, wired the payment, and waited for the results. Instead, the assassin returned my money and told me to stay away from her! They said Elona’s untouchable!” Helena sat back, swirling her tea with a delicate spoon. She didn’t even glance up. “And you listened to them?”“They made it clear,” Harley snapped, her voice rising. “Elona’s built some sort of fortress around herself. She’s not the same naive girl we bullied before.” By now, she was visibly agitated. “Of course, she’s not,” Helena said smoothly, setting her cup down. “It’s been years. And you’ve grown soft, Harley. You hesitate, you seco

Three days passed in agonizing silence. Helena Carter paced around her study, her perfectly manicured nails tapping her phone screen as she checked it for the umpteenth time in that hour. Still, nothing. No response whatsoever from Lee.Lee was the man she had trusted for years. The very assassin who had helped her eliminate Esme, Elona's mother, suddenly became unreachable. Calls went unanswered, texts unread and by the fourth day, Helena's patience reached its zero tolerance. "This is totally unacceptable!" She muttered through clenched teeth as she reached for her coat and handbag. Then she called for the driver, her voice clipped. "Take me to the slums!"The drive was long was long and uncomfortable, the city's glimmering towers giving way to narrow and dark alleys as well as crumbling buildings. The air grew heavy with the stench of decay and despair. Helena wrinkled her nose not even bothering to conceal her disdain for the place. The car stopped and Helena stepped out cautiou

The evening air in Country C was thick with tension as Alaric sat in his suite, poring over maps and scattered notes. Each piece of information he had gathered about Elona’s potential whereabouts felt maddeningly incomplete. Frustration gnawed at him, but beneath it all was a singular, unwavering purpose: finding her and proving himself worthy of the second chance he didn’t deserve but desperately sought.Just as the clock struck midnight, there was a sharp knock at the door. Alaric’s instincts flared, his hand instinctively reaching for the dagger he kept concealed. Jimmy, his loyal assistant, stood ready behind him, a silent nod passing between them before Alaric approached the door.A man clad in simple but foreign attire stepped inside. His face was mostly obscured by a wide-brimmed hat, and his eyes were hidden behind tinted glasses. He exuded an air of quiet authority, though there was a subtle edge to his presence, a predator lurking beneath the surface.“I come with answers,”

Alaric stood at the deck of his yacht, the salty breeze brushing against his face. Before him lay the shimmering waters surrounding the mysterious island he’d been chasing for months. It was so close, yet impenetrable. The island was no ordinary refuge. It was the Guild of Shadows’ headquarters, a fortress bristling with security measures both visible and hidden.Jimmy joined him, his expression grim. “We’ve scouted the perimeter, boss. It’s locked down tighter than Fort Knox. No way in without being detected.” Alaric clenched his fists. Despair gnawed at him, a cruel companion to the months of relentless searching. “She’s there,” he murmured. “I know she is.”Jimmy didn’t reply, sensing his boss’s frustration. Suddenly, a glimmer in the water caught his eye. “Boss, look!” He pointed to a bottle bobbing near the yacht, carried by the gentle waves.With swift precision, Jimmy reached down and plucked it from the sea. The glass bottle was sealed with a waxed cork, and inside was a folde