All Chapters of The CEO'S Long-Lost Love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"You should at least consider it," Alex said, settling into the chair across from Jaxon’s desk. Jaxon sat behind it, his glasses resting on his nose as he stared at his open PC."You’re the perfect fit for this. Even Carveli thinks so. What’s holding you back?" Alex pressed.Jaxon exhaled heavily. "It’s not that simple, Alex. Taking charge of the family means spending even more time away from home." His voice carried a weight of concern.Alex frowned. "Since when has that ever been an issue for you?"Jaxon leaned forward, his expression serious. "I’ve got someone in my life now. If I start disappearing every night, she’ll know something’s off."Alex let out a sigh. "But she doesn’t live with you yet, does she? It’s not like she’ll notice right away. Just tell her you’re working on a new business venture—it’s not even a lie, technically."Jaxon shrugged. "That’s the problem. I don’t want to lie to her. Not even by omission."Alex didn’t miss a beat. "It’s not lying," he argued. "You’re

Ivy gently placed baby Ella, who was sound asleep in her cradle, beneath the soft, cozy sheets before quietly leaving the room.In the living room, Jeremy was dressed as if preparing to leave. As he adjusted his tie, Ivy appeared behind him."Why do you keep doing this?" she asked, shaking her head as she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, just a few steps away.He let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head in frustration, and didn’t bother to glance at her. “I don’t have the energy to argue with you this morning, Ivy,” he muttered, clearly uninterested in any conversation.As he bent down to grab his car keys from the coffee table, he realized they were gone. His jaw clenched as he looked up at Ivy, who was now holding the keys up high, dangling them in the air.“You’re not leaving until we talk, Jeremy,” she said firmly, her hand closed tightly around the keys.“I don’t have anything to say to you. Give me the damn—”“Oh, you do!” she cut him off, her tone sharp and defensive

Michael's mouth fell open the moment Alex pulled up to his grand mansion. He’d only ever seen places like this in movies or glimpsed them in passing, but stepping inside one? As a guest? Riding in the owner’s car? That was something he never imagined happening.As they walked in, Michael instinctively reached for Alex’s hand, his fingers curling around his as he slowly traced gentle circles on the back of his hand with his thumb. His eyes roamed the space, absorbing every detail of the opulent home.The living room was a masterpiece in itself—every piece of art exuded presence, each portrait on the wall told a silent story, and the massive golden chandelier bathed the space in a warm, regal glow. Even the couch, seemingly floating above the floor, added to the surreal elegance of it all."Here we are," Alex said with a wide smile, raising his free hand in a grand gesture.Michael blinked in awe. "This is stunning. I knew it would be beautiful and well-arranged, but I didn’t expect it

Isla sat at her desk, her eyes locked on the email from Jeremy. She kept rereading it, over and over. Part of her wanted to ignore it entirely, but another part craved whatever he had to say.She wanted to hear him admit his regret, to tell her he was suffering, to confess that she had always been the better choice.Even though none of it would change anything, hearing it would give her the closure she needed to finally move on.“Argh, this is so hard,” she muttered under her breath, closing her mail app. Just as she was about to set her phone aside and refocus on work, it suddenly rang.It was an unknown caller.She let out a quiet sigh before answering. “Hello?” Her voice was soft, expectant.There was silence at the other end of the phone.“Hello?” she tried again, brows knitting together.Then, finally, a voice.“Isla.”Her breath caught. She knew that voice instantly.“Je…Jeremy?” Her heart pounded against her ribs.“Please don’t hang up.” His voice was low, almost pleading. Isla

Sophie slipped into her red lingerie, draping its short robe over her shoulders. She stood before the mirror, taking herself in. The last time she wore this set with Michael, she had expected him to be all over her—but he wasn’t."Hopefully, Ray finds me sexy in this tonight. Otherwise, I’m done wasting my time," she muttered, lifting her gaze to her hair.Tilting her head, she examined her usual hairstyle. A bun or ponytail—messy, sleek, low, or high—was her everyday look. Routine. Predictable.With a quiet sigh, she reached for her hairband, tugging it loose. Her hair tumbled down, cascading over her shoulders. It changed her—softened her. She liked it.‘Let’s switch things up.’She pulled open a drawer, grabbing her Zara Red Temptation cologne, and spritzed it generously over her skin. As she slid the bottle back, a sudden knock at the door froze her in place.Her heart kicked against her ribs.Sophie’s mind screamed, He’s here! He’s here! She anxiously dusted off an invisible spec