Library
Search
Home / Romance / Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce / Chapter 111

Share

Chapter 111

Author: Anney GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-31 19:41:12

NATALIE’S POV

The breakroom, for once, did not have chattering old birds sharing gossip like it was the last crumb in the jungle.

Silence.

Not serene. Not peaceful. Just... still. Like something had died in there.

I stood by the window, stirring my coffee with the kind of dramatic indifference that only comes from being snubbed.

The park behind the Möller Industries office shimmered under an overcast sky, gray clouds hanging low like judgment. A woman jogged along the gravel path, ponytail bouncing in rhythm, earbuds tucked in. Free. Focused.

Unlike me.

I tapped the side of my cup, watching the foam settle. “Why did he throw me out?” I muttered under my breath.

New companies don’t break into the market by playing it safe. They need angles. Maneuvers. People willing to stretch boundaries, not just color inside the lines.

I was the person willing to get my hands dirty. Break the rules. Be cunning.

And Anthony had stuck me in Public Relations.

The softest, fluffiest corner of the build
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Locked Chapter
Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Latest chapter

  • Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 117

    OSTARA’S POVTime passed quickly once the decision was final.We moved on from Zenith. Once I told them we wouldn’t be expanding for a year, they stepped back, but I knew they’d be back. In exactly 365 days. Harvest Bloom grew in the meantime. Faster than expected.The new Valencia line sold out before it officially launched. Pre-orders for the winter truffle series had to be capped at forty percent. Our kitchen team added two new shifts. Packaging had to be restructured for scaled operations, which Davina handled with her usual mix of menace and brilliance.We started onboarding corporate partnerships—selective, curated—just the way I wanted. High-end hotels. First-class airport lounges. A luxury rail line that insisted on naming their dessert cart Le Bloom.I didn’t travel for the meetings anymore. I didn’t need to. People came to us now. They asked politely. They waited their turn.I should have felt like I’d won.But I kept thinking about Peter Banducci.Not obsessively. Not ev

  • Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 116

    OSTARA’S POVIt started with a letter.Hand-delivered. No logo, no sender name—just embossed paper and clean, even handwriting. Ms. Beaumont,We understand discretion is critical. This is not a meeting request. Merely admiration.Your vision is rare. We'd love to support it—quietly, if need be.Zenith ImportsNo signature. Just the company name, small at the bottom.I tossed it in my drawer.The next morning, a single book arrived.Not chocolate. Not perfume. Just a worn hardcover: The Essence of Scent. Out of print. Markings in the margins. I opened to the first page and saw a note written in soft pencil.“For the one who still believes ingredients carry memory.”I blinked at it. Then closed the cover and set it on the shelf, telling myself it didn’t mean anything.By the third day, Elijah paused by my door, arms crossed.“You know Zenith’s sent another request?”I didn’t even look up. “Delete it.”“It came with a crate of smoked maple cocoa butter.”That made me look up.He placed

  • Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 115

    ANTHONY’S POVIt had been almost a month.Enough time to prepare the real pitch. Not the one that had gone out prematurely—the butchered draft that never should’ve left our servers. This one was tighter. Leaner. Every slide exactly where it needed to be. No fluff. No noise.Zenith was ready.The Harvest Bloom file sat open on my desk. Their supply chain map. Their tiered pricing strategy. Their retail footprint in Switzerland and Austria. Every move they made was small, deliberate, airtight. No expansion just for the sake of it.Looking at them, I knew they weren’t chasing numbers, because they didn’t need to at this point. It was all about curating and preserving their identity. Which meant I had to be more than persuasive. I had to be undeniable.Mark stood by the desk, tablet in hand. He was walking me through the final logistics of our London trip, the schedule fine-tuned to the hour. Accommodations, drivers, meeting prep. All accounted for.He paused mid-sentence. “Still no upda

  • Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 114

    OSTARA’S POVAt exactly 11:00AM, the glass door to my meeting room opened.He stepped in like he owned the air.“Ms. Ostara?” he said, offering a charming smile that didn’t try too hard. “I hope I’m not too late.”“You’re right on time,” I replied.Peter Banducci extended his hand. A firm grip. Too warm. His suit was Italian-cut, naturally. Crisp blue with subtle pinstripes, the kind men chose when they wanted to look expensive without appearing loud. His cufflinks gleamed discreetly. His shoes had no scuffs.But it was the eyes—gray, quick, measuring—that told me the suit was a costume.I gestured toward the seats. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”Peter settled across from me, elbows resting lightly on the table. He looked around the room as though he’d been here before.Then, glancing back at me, he asked casually, “Will the founder be joining us today?”“She won’t,” I said, not missing a beat. “I lead executive operations. All final decisions go through me.”He didn’t blink. Di

  • Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 113

    OSTARA’S POV“Go on, open it. I want to laugh!”Davina was already halfway doubled over on the sofa, grinning at me like I was about to show her a leaked royal scandal.I shook my head. “I don’t want to. It was awful. I deserve better.”We were in my office above the Harvest Bloom labs—a calm, curated space of glass, pale wood, and polished marble. Donna had just fallen asleep on the small sofa in the corner, wrapped in her cartoon-print blanket, blissfully unaware her mother was wheezing over someone else’s corporate disaster.I turned the tablet screen toward Davina one more time, flashing her the deck from Zenith.The first one.She shrieked again. “Oh my God, this font! Who uses this? Why is there a quote from Oprah next to a stock image of a Hershey’s bar?”“She’s not wrong,” I said, laughing despite myself.Davina clapped her hand over her mouth. “Ostara. I swear. I wish Donna were old enough to understand why this is so funny. I want to pass this down.”I tilted my head. “It’s

  • Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 112

    ANTHONY’S POV“Pull the logs again.”Mark didn’t flinch. “That’s the third time this morning.”"Then make it four."He didn’t argue. He tapped rapidly on his tablet, blue light reflecting off his glasses. Across my office, the large glass windows showed nothing but a flat, white sky. The kind that offered no sun, no shadow—just absence.The Zenith folder sat unopened on the desk between us. The real one. The deck we’d actually prepared. The one I’d spent weeks refining. Every line tailored. Every brand alignment plotted. Every pitch bullet proofed.And it would never see the light of day.Because someone had fired the gun too early. With a rubber bullet.“Still nothing,” Mark said finally. “No internal flags. No logins from unauthorized IPs. Whoever sent that proposal used the catch-all Zenith account from inside the building.”I leaned back in my chair. My jaw ached from clenching.“Could be a junior,” he added, a little too lightly. “Someone trying to impress you.”“Then they’re an

More Chapters

You may also like

Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status