All Chapters of Blind Deception: The CEO's Regret: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Meanwhile, in Country S, the Queen Consort sat in her private chambers, the flickering candlelight casting ominous shadows on the walls. A glass of crimson wine trembled in her hand as her informant knelt before her, head bowed low, trembling as he delivered the news."The poison... it was intercepted, Your Majesty," he stammered, voice barely above a whisper. "The banquet proceeded without incident. Your plan... it failed."The wineglass shattered in her grip, the shards slicing into her palm. She barely noticed the pain, her piercing blue eyes narrowing into slits. "Failed?" she hissed, her voice dangerously calm. "How is that possible? Every detail was meticulously planned. Who thwarted me?"The informant flinched, his head lowering further. "It appears Leonardo and his allies were prepared. They discovered the spy before...""Enough!" Gwen's voice sliced through the air like a dagger, silencing him instantly. She rose from her chair, her gown swirling around her like a storm cloud

The villa in Country F was unusually quiet after Alaric’s abrupt departure. Elona paced the length of the living room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She replayed their last conversation in her mind, irritation simmering beneath her composure. He always puts work first. Always.But even as the thought crossed her mind, doubt crept in. Had she been too harsh? The triplets missed their father terribly, and despite her frustration, she couldn’t deny the worry gnawing at her. Alaric’s voice had held an edge she hadn’t heard in years, a mixture of desperation and determination.Later that evening, as the triplets slept and the house settled into stillness, Elona decided to indulge her curiosity. She opened her laptop and navigated to the financial news sites. Her intention was simple: to confirm that Alaric had exaggerated the severity of the situation. Instead, what she found made her gasp.Headline after headline detailed the plummeting stocks of Royale Group, speculations abou

Maribel's past heroics had earned her Alaric's unwavering trust. During their elite military school days, Maribel had saved Alaric's life on a mission when they were nineteen. Her quick thinking had blocked a bullet meant for Alaric, using a dead trafficker's body as a shield. This selfless act had forged an unshakeable bond between them.Alaric's trust in Maribel was absolute, and he relied heavily on her expertise. His assistant, Jimmy, shared this trust, having witnessed Maribel's exceptional skills firsthand. Unbeknownst to Alaric, Maribel's devotion stemmed from a deep-seated love for him, one she had harbored for years.Meanwhile, in Country F, Elona informed Alaric's parents, Adrian and Edith Royale, that she would be taking the children to Valtieri mansion to visit her mother. Unaware of Elona's intentions, they raised no objections. Elona, however, had no plans to maintain contact with Alaric's family. Feeling betrayed and distrustful of Alaric, she decided to sever all ties.

Alaric’s discovery of the encrypted file, Project Obsidian, left him with more questions than answers. Sitting alone in his penthouse, he stared at his laptop screen, the file refusing to open without a decryption key. “Jimmy,” he called out, his voice tense. His assistant entered, immediately sensing Alaric’s unease. “What is it, sir?”“This file,” Alaric said, turning the laptop toward him. “It’s locked, but the name, Project Obsidian is tied to Maribel’s private server. I need this decrypted.” Jimmy hesitated. “That could take time. If it’s encrypted this heavily, it’s meant to stay hidden.”“Then we don’t have time to waste,” Alaric snapped. “Find someone who can crack it.” As Jimmy left to make the arrangements, Alaric leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. For the first time, doubt crept in about Maribel, Zheron, and even his father.Back at the Valtieri Mansion, Elona paced her bedroom, the cryptic warning still burning in her mind. She couldn’t sit idle. If

Elona moved silently through the dimly lit corridors of the Guild of Shadows’ hidden headquarters. As the deputy leader, she commanded respect, but tonight she sought something more elusive. Answers. The faint sound of footsteps echoed behind her as Victor, the Guild’s third-in-command, approached. “Elona,” he greeted, his voice low. “You’ve requested a private session in the Archives?”She nodded, holding up the letter. “This came to me at the Valtieri Mansion. It’s linked to Zheron territory, and I need to know who’s behind it.”Victor’s brow furrowed. “A bold move. Whoever sent this knows your connections.” Elona’s gaze hardened. “And they underestimated me. I need the Guild’s network to trace this further.” Victor inclined his head. “Consider it done. But be careful, Elona. Whoever orchestrated this may be closer than you think.”As Victor left, Elona entered the Guild Archives, the air thick with ancient scrolls and parchment. She placed the letter on a glowing panel, activating