The CEO's Secret Obsession-Chapter 123: The Blackmailer

[Alexander’s Penthouse]

The penthouse felt different with people in it.

Not quieter, Alexander had never lived quietly, it felt warmer. I was like the space finally remembered it was meant to hold more than just glass, steel and silence.

Evelyn moved slowly around the living area, setting her bag down, straightening a cushion that didn’t need straightening, checking the temperature like she had already decided this place was temporarily hers.

Alexander watched her from the couch with one arm resting carefully against his side and a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"You are organizing too much today," he noted. "Why do I feel like it’s dangerous?"

She shot him a look over her shoulder. "You live like a man who expects staff to magically fix everything."

"I do have staff."

"Yes," she agreed sweetly, "and yet I am still fixing things."

Margaret settled into one of the armchairs with a satisfied sigh while Pauline hovered nearby, already unpacking the food containers she had brought like this was a ritual she had perfected over decades.

"You are resting for a few days, that means no work," Evelyn said matter-of-factly, turning back to Alexander. "Doctor’s orders and mine."

"And how are you planning to make sure that happens?" he chuckled. "Are you going to move in with me?" he said, jokingly.

"Temporarily," she corrected. "Until you stop pretending you’re invincible."

"I never pretended," he said mildly. "I am invincible."

She pointed at him. "You almost died."

"Minor detail."

She shook her head, fighting a smile. "I will set up the guest room."

That was when Margaret looked up slowly and deliberately.

She then tapped her cane once against the floor and fixed Evelyn with a sharp, curious gaze.

"The guest room?" she repeated.

Evelyn paused. "Yes?"

Margaret glanced pointedly at Alexander’s bedroom door then back at Evelyn.

"Is his bed not big enough?" she asked calmly.

There was silence, an absolute, devastating silence.

Evelyn’s face went scarlet instantly. "I—That’s—not—"

Pauline gasped softly. "Mother!"

Margaret waved her off. "What? I am asking a practical question."

Alexander, traitor that he was, bit down on his lip to stop himself from laughing.

Evelyn turned to him, horrified. "You are enjoying this."

"I am injured," he said innocently. "I deserve joy."

Margaret leaned back, clearly pleased. "In my day, people didn’t waste time pretending they weren’t already halfway married."

Evelyn buried her face in her hands. "I am fixing the guest room."

Pauline smiled apologetically. "She means well."

"I always do," Margaret replied smugly.

Alexander reached for Evelyn’s hand, squeezing gently. "You can sleep wherever you are comfortable."

She peeked at him between her fingers. "Don’t encourage her."

"I absolutely will," Margaret said. "Encourage. Supervise. If necessary."

Evelyn groaned. "I walked into this."

"Yes," Margaret said, standing with her cane. "And you are not walking out."

Alexander laughed softly, the sound easing something tight in his chest.

For the first time since the accident, since the fear, since the hospital lights and whispered what-ifs, his home felt full and safe.

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[Secluded Dockyard — After Midnight]

The place smelled of rust and stagnant water.

A single streetlight flickered near the edge of the dock, casting long, warped shadows over stacked containers and abandoned machinery.

The city felt very far away here like this pocket of darkness had been forgotten on purpose.

Jack’s car rolled to a stop.

His hands were slick on the steering wheel.

"Are you sure this is the place?" he asked, voice tight.

Olivia didn’t answer immediately. She was calm—too calm—adjusting her coat, checking her phone.

"I had suggested a different address but he chose this." she said at last. "Which means he thinks he is in control."

That did nothing to help Jack breathe.

Then they stepped out of the car.

The night swallowed sound. No traffic, no voices, just the water lapping softly against metal.

Then a figure emerged from between two containers.

The blackmailer.

He was relaxed, hands in his pockets and a faint smirk on his face like this was a casual business appointment instead of extortion.

"You are late," he said.

Jack flinched. "We are here, aren’t we?"

The man’s gaze flicked to Olivia. He assessed her in seconds—clothes, posture, composure.

"So this is the backup," he said. "Didn’t expect that." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Olivia smiled politely. "You asked for money. We came to talk."

He laughed. "No. I asked for money. Talking is optional."

Jack stepped forward, anger bleeding through his fear. "You already got paid once. You said that would be enough."

"And it was," the man replied easily. "Until your brother almost died."

Jack went rigid.

"That wasn’t—" he started.

The man tilted his head. "Careful. Lies make me nostalgic."

Olivia stepped in smoothly, voice even. "Let’s not escalate. You want security and we want silence."

"And?" he prompted.

"I can offer you a structured payout," she continued. "Enough to disappear comfortably. New country and new name."

The man considered that but after a couple of minutes, he shook his head slowly.

"No," he said. "I don’t want comfortable."

Jack’s stomach dropped.

"I want leverage," the man continued. "I want insurance. Which means this doesn’t end tonight."

Olivia’s smile didn’t falter. "That wasn’t part of the agreement."

He shrugged. "Agreements change when someone panics."

Jack snapped. "You are squeezing us too hard!"

The man’s eyes locked onto him—sharp, predatory.

"You did this to yourself," he said quietly. "You touched someone untouchable and expected the universe to look the other way."

Jack’s chest heaved. "Just take the money."

"I will," the man replied. "And then I will check in every few months just to remind you I exist."

Silence fell and it was heavy and final.

Olivia studied him for a long moment then she sighed.

"What a shame," she said softly.

Jack turned to her, confused. "What?"

She looked at the man again, head tilting slightly. "I really hoped you would choose the smart option."

The man frowned. "What are you—"

Her smile changed. It wasn’t warm or polite.

It was cold and satisfying.

"Then you leave me with no other choice."

Jack barely had time to register the shift before there was movement from the darkness behind the containers.

It was fast and silent.

The blackmailer’s eyes widened just as a figure stepped in close.

Then there was a sharp, sudden sound—a gasp of air punched out of lungs.

The blackmailer staggered, looking down in disbelief before he collapsed on the ground.

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