All Chapters of Blind Deception: The CEO's Regret: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alaric’s hands trembled as he dragged himself from the bed, his mind spinning with disbelief and revulsion. The silky sheets that had once signified luxury now felt suffocating, clinging to him like a trap. His eyes darted to Maribel, who sat with the practiced serenity of a woman who knew she had won.The room was unfamiliar, its decor far more feminine than his taste. As his eyes adjusted to the morning light streaming through the windows, he realized with a jolt that he was not alone.Beside him, Maribel lay draped in silk sheets, her bare shoulders peeking out. Her dark hair was spread across the pillow, and she looked every bit the picture of innocence.“What the hell?” Alaric muttered, sitting up too quickly. The motion sent a wave of dizziness crashing over him.Maribel stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She feigned a startled gasp, clutching the sheet to her chest. “Alaric! You’re awake…”“What is this?” he demanded, his voice hoarse. “What happened?”Her lower lip trembled as

The air in the grand hall of the Royale Mansion was heavy with tension as Master Fu strode in, his presence commanding yet calm. Julio and Leonardo stood at the far end, their voices raised in frustration as they debated their next move. Master Fu’s quiet authority, however, was like a balm to the escalating situation.“Master Fu,” Julio said, his tone a mix of relief and exasperation. “We’ve been trying to find Elona, but she left without a word. She’s taken the triplets, and we’re at a loss.” Master Fu raised a hand, silencing Julio. “Panicking will not bring her back. I need to speak with Senior Royale.”Senior Royale sat in his study, a glass of aged whiskey in his hand. He looked up as Master Fu entered, his expression betraying the weight of years and secrets. “You’ve come,” Senior Royale said, gesturing to the seat opposite him.Master Fu took the offered seat but wasted no time. “I need answers, Senior. How can you be so certain that Maribel’s child isn’t Alaric’s? The scandal

The Callahan villa brimmed with anticipation as the triplets’ fifth birthday drew near. Arlyle, Artie, and Allie buzzed with excitement, their energy filling every corner of the sprawling estate.“Mama, I want a rocket cake! One that blasts off!” Artie declared, bouncing on his toes as he tugged on Elona’s sleeve. Allie chimed in, spinning dramatically with her toy wand in hand. “No! A princess cake with glitter and a crown!”Arlyle, the eldest by a mere three minutes but ever the diplomat, grinned at his siblings. “We can have both, right, Mama?”Elona knelt to their level, wrapping them all in a warm embrace. “Of course. Anything for my stars,” she said, her voice soft but tinged with a wistfulness that even she couldn’t hide.As the children ran off, their laughter ringing in the air, Elona felt a pang deep in her chest. This birthday was not only a celebration of their growth but also a stark reminder of the fractured relationship she had with their father, Alaric.That evening, t

The moonlight spilled through the tall windows of the Royale penthouse, illuminating the sleek modern decor that screamed wealth and power. Alaric Royale leaned against the marble bar, a crystal glass of bourbon in his hand. His expression was unreadable, his sharp jawline set as he swirled the amber liquid absentmindedly.Across the room, Maribel sat on a leather chaise lounge, her crimson silk dress clinging to her figure as she sipped wine. Her perfectly painted lips curved into a coy smile as she tilted her head, watching Alaric like a predator assessing prey.“You’ve been quiet tonight,” she remarked, her voice honeyed but with an edge that prickled Alaric’s already fraying patience.He didn’t bother to look at her. “I’ve been busy.”“Too busy for the mother of your child?” she countered, resting a hand on her stomach. The gesture was calculated, her fingers lightly brushing over the slight curve of her abdomen.Alaric’s gaze flickered to her stomach briefly before returning to h

Elona felt her anger flare, but she quickly tamped it down. Losing control wouldn’t help her find what she needed. "Do you have any stock left? Even scraps?" she asked the shopkeeper.The man hesitated, then leaned in closer. "I have a few dried remnants, but they won’t be enough for what you’re concocting. If you’re willing to pay..."Elona didn't wait for him to finish. She handed him a pouch of gold, her jaw tight. "I’ll take it. And if you hear of any other suppliers who can help, send word to this address." She scribbled her clinic's location on a scrap of parchment.The shopkeeper nodded, pocketing the gold. “Be careful, lady. If they’re buying these herbs in bulk, they’re up to no good. You might be stepping into something dangerous.”“I already have,” Elona muttered under her breath as she walked away, her cloak billowing behind her. Although she paid much more than she would on a normal day, Elona felt no loss. That's the rule of these underground markets. The only currency t