One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- - Chapter 105: Chapter 105
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The village lay quiet beneath the overcast sky.
Elijah sat alone in the old woman’s shed, the dusty laptop humming faintly before him. The flash drive he’d nearly died retrieving was now blinking steadily, its secrets ready to unravel.
He clicked on the only file that wasn’t encrypted.
An audio file.
Static at first—low, hissing.
Then a voice.
Faint. Hoarse. Pain laced in every syllable.
“Arielle...”
Elijah’s breath caught.
His father’s voice.
“Arielle... I don’t know if this will ever reach you. I don’t know how many days have passed. They... they keep me in the dark. But I hold onto you. To the memory of your voice. Your laugh. Your fury when I forgot to turn off the coffee pot. Our children...”
The recording broke into static again.
Then: “Tell Elijah... tell him I’m proud. So proud.”
Silence.
Tears streamed down Elijah’s face. He clutched the flash drive to his chest.
He wasn’t chasing a ghost.
His father was alive.
And trying to come home.
At the empire’s heart, the press had begun to churn.
Whispers turned to articles. Articles to headlines.
“Mogul’s Husband Sighted Abroad?”
“Damien Rousseau: Captured or In Hiding?”
#WhereIsDamien began trending globally.
Arielle held a copy of the newspaper in her hand, knuckles white.
They didn’t know the truth.
They didn’t know the cost.
Back in her office, she played the audio. Mason stood silently behind her. When Damien’s voice filled the room, Arielle collapsed into her chair.
The whisper of her name had shattered her.
And rebuilt her in the same breath.
“He’s trying to reach me,” she whispered. “He never gave up.”
She turned to Mason, eyes blazing.
“We move now. With or without permission. We find the facility. We burn it down if we must.”
Mason nodded.
“The empire?” he asked quietly.
She looked out the window at the city skyline.
“The empire can wait. My family can’t.”
Across the globe, Elijah began his trek once more—armed with coordinates and a voice that had pierced through time and captivity.
He walked into the rising sun.
And behind him, dust rose in the wind.
Elijah sat alone in the old woman’s shed, the dusty laptop humming faintly before him. The flash drive he’d nearly died retrieving was now blinking steadily, its secrets ready to unravel.
He clicked on the only file that wasn’t encrypted.
An audio file.
Static at first—low, hissing.
Then a voice.
Faint. Hoarse. Pain laced in every syllable.
“Arielle...”
Elijah’s breath caught.
His father’s voice.
“Arielle... I don’t know if this will ever reach you. I don’t know how many days have passed. They... they keep me in the dark. But I hold onto you. To the memory of your voice. Your laugh. Your fury when I forgot to turn off the coffee pot. Our children...”
The recording broke into static again.
Then: “Tell Elijah... tell him I’m proud. So proud.”
Silence.
Tears streamed down Elijah’s face. He clutched the flash drive to his chest.
He wasn’t chasing a ghost.
His father was alive.
And trying to come home.
At the empire’s heart, the press had begun to churn.
Whispers turned to articles. Articles to headlines.
“Mogul’s Husband Sighted Abroad?”
“Damien Rousseau: Captured or In Hiding?”
#WhereIsDamien began trending globally.
Arielle held a copy of the newspaper in her hand, knuckles white.
They didn’t know the truth.
They didn’t know the cost.
Back in her office, she played the audio. Mason stood silently behind her. When Damien’s voice filled the room, Arielle collapsed into her chair.
The whisper of her name had shattered her.
And rebuilt her in the same breath.
“He’s trying to reach me,” she whispered. “He never gave up.”
She turned to Mason, eyes blazing.
“We move now. With or without permission. We find the facility. We burn it down if we must.”
Mason nodded.
“The empire?” he asked quietly.
She looked out the window at the city skyline.
“The empire can wait. My family can’t.”
Across the globe, Elijah began his trek once more—armed with coordinates and a voice that had pierced through time and captivity.
He walked into the rising sun.
And behind him, dust rose in the wind.
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