One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- - Chapter 102: Chapter 102
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The morning began in stillness.
Sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains. Birds chirped somewhere just beyond the windows. The house was quiet—too quiet.
Arielle stirred with a rare peace, only to find Elijah’s bed perfectly made.
Unusual.
Her heart gave a small kick.
“Elijah?” she called out softly, checking the bathroom. The garden. The kitchen.
Nothing.
Then she saw it.
A folded piece of paper, resting atop her morning teacup on the dining table.
Her hands shook as she picked it up.
“Mom,
I love you more than words, but I can’t wait anymore. I know he’s out there—I feel it like fire in my chest. If I don’t go now, I’ll never forgive myself.
I’ve taken precautions. I have encrypted contact points, backup phones, and I’ve spoken with one of Dad’s former security heads.
Please don’t worry, but I know you will.
I promise I’ll come back. With him. Or with answers.
Tell Iris I believe in her. Tell Jonah to trust his gut. Tell Lily I’ll always be her big brother.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Elijah”
The paper fluttered from her hands.
The chair scraped as she stumbled back. Her breath caught in her throat, her knees weakening. Memories of Damien’s last day flashed before her eyes—how he kissed her temple and said, “Just a short trip.”
Elijah had gone. Alone.
And this time, she hadn’t even gotten a goodbye.
The panic didn’t explode—it crept in, slow and cold.
She called his phone. Disconnected.
Checked his computer. Wiped clean.
Security footage? Deleted.
He’d planned this like a soldier. Quietly. Meticulously. In a way that frightened her more than any recklessness could.
Arielle stood on the patio as the wind whipped her nightgown around her legs, trying not to scream.
Iris appeared at her side. “He’s gone?”
Arielle nodded slowly.
Tears spilled from Iris’s eyes. “Then we have to bring him back.”
Jonah sat nearby, listening silently, his hands balled into fists.
Lily toddled out and clutched Arielle’s hand. “Mama sad?”
Arielle knelt down and hugged her daughter tight, burying her face in Lily’s curls.
“Yes, baby,” she whispered. “Mama’s very, very sad.”
Hours later, Arielle sat in Damien’s office, her hands resting atop the closed laptop.
She turned to the family portrait on the desk.
Her voice broke the silence: “You better watch over him, Damien. Because if I lose our son too—”
She couldn’t finish.
The portrait stared back, unmoving.
The next day, she called her security chief.
“Track every flight out of the city. Check passports, aliases, everything. If there’s even a whisper of him—bring it to me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She hung up.
Her hand trembled.
Her heart did not.
She had led an empire, raised warriors, buried grief, and risen stronger each time.
She would find Elijah.
She would bring him home.
Sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains. Birds chirped somewhere just beyond the windows. The house was quiet—too quiet.
Arielle stirred with a rare peace, only to find Elijah’s bed perfectly made.
Unusual.
Her heart gave a small kick.
“Elijah?” she called out softly, checking the bathroom. The garden. The kitchen.
Nothing.
Then she saw it.
A folded piece of paper, resting atop her morning teacup on the dining table.
Her hands shook as she picked it up.
“Mom,
I love you more than words, but I can’t wait anymore. I know he’s out there—I feel it like fire in my chest. If I don’t go now, I’ll never forgive myself.
I’ve taken precautions. I have encrypted contact points, backup phones, and I’ve spoken with one of Dad’s former security heads.
Please don’t worry, but I know you will.
I promise I’ll come back. With him. Or with answers.
Tell Iris I believe in her. Tell Jonah to trust his gut. Tell Lily I’ll always be her big brother.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Elijah”
The paper fluttered from her hands.
The chair scraped as she stumbled back. Her breath caught in her throat, her knees weakening. Memories of Damien’s last day flashed before her eyes—how he kissed her temple and said, “Just a short trip.”
Elijah had gone. Alone.
And this time, she hadn’t even gotten a goodbye.
The panic didn’t explode—it crept in, slow and cold.
She called his phone. Disconnected.
Checked his computer. Wiped clean.
Security footage? Deleted.
He’d planned this like a soldier. Quietly. Meticulously. In a way that frightened her more than any recklessness could.
Arielle stood on the patio as the wind whipped her nightgown around her legs, trying not to scream.
Iris appeared at her side. “He’s gone?”
Arielle nodded slowly.
Tears spilled from Iris’s eyes. “Then we have to bring him back.”
Jonah sat nearby, listening silently, his hands balled into fists.
Lily toddled out and clutched Arielle’s hand. “Mama sad?”
Arielle knelt down and hugged her daughter tight, burying her face in Lily’s curls.
“Yes, baby,” she whispered. “Mama’s very, very sad.”
Hours later, Arielle sat in Damien’s office, her hands resting atop the closed laptop.
She turned to the family portrait on the desk.
Her voice broke the silence: “You better watch over him, Damien. Because if I lose our son too—”
She couldn’t finish.
The portrait stared back, unmoving.
The next day, she called her security chief.
“Track every flight out of the city. Check passports, aliases, everything. If there’s even a whisper of him—bring it to me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She hung up.
Her hand trembled.
Her heart did not.
She had led an empire, raised warriors, buried grief, and risen stronger each time.
She would find Elijah.
She would bring him home.
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