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A Public Coup

Penulis: Jenne Lopes
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-03-26 07:00:08

"Giuseppe!" A tall woman in her sixties approached, air-kissing Grandfather before turning her assessing gaze on me. "And the famous Maya Russo. Or is it Maya Vega these days? I can never keep up with the rebranding."

"Maya is fine, Mrs. Harrington," I replied, recognizing the owner of one of America's largest luxury retail chains.

"Margaret, Maya will be making an exciting announcement later this evening," Grandfather said. "One I think will interest Harrington's buyers considerably."

Mrs. Harrington's perfectly sculpted eyebrows rose. "Intriguing. I look forward to it." She lowered her voice. "And may I say, my dear, that those photos did you no justice. You're far more striking in person."

Before I could respond, Grandfather was steering me toward another group of ind

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  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Vincent's Call

    MayaThe envelope slid under my door at 7:43 AM.I knew because I'd been staring at my coffee maker for the past twenty minutes, watching it drip like some kind of meditation exercise. Or maybe just because watching coffee brew was about all the human interaction I could handle these days.The sound—that soft whisper of paper on hardwood—made me freeze. Nobody slid things under doors anymore. They texted. They emailed. They left voicemails I could delete without listening to.This felt different. Official.Wrong.I approached it like it might explode. Cream-colored envelope, expensive paper. My name written in fountain pen—actual fountain pen—in handwriting I recognized but couldn't place.Inside, a single page with the Russo Designs letterhead. The kind of formal notice that made my stomach drop before I even read it.Ms. Maya Vega is hereby notified of an emergency meeting of the Board of Directors of Russo Designs, to be held...Two days. They were giving me two fucking days.My ph

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Saving A Sinking Ship

    OliviaI'd just started my fourth cup of coffee when Sarah walked in like she owned the place."You look terrible," she announced, setting a bakery box on my desk. "You don’t look like you have been eating"I have been eating. But stress just has its way of making you look miserable. "I'm fine.""Fatshit." She opened the box, revealing pastries that would cost more than my hourly rate. "Eat. We need to talk.""About?""Maya. How we're going to fix this mess.""We?" I selected a croissant, mainly to shut her up. "Since when is there a we?"Sarah settled into the chair across from my desk

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   The Foundation In Shambles

    OliviaMy office looked like a paper bomb had gone off.Donor lists covered every surface—desk, chairs, even the floor where I'd started making separate piles for "definitely gone," "maybe salvageable," and "too polite to say fuck off directly." The phone hadn't stopped ringing since nine AM, each call following the same depressing script."We heard about the Henderson Foundation's decision...""Of course we still believe in Maya's vision, but...""Perhaps we should reassess after things stabilize..."Corporate speak for "we're out." Every single one of them.I'd just finished another round of verbal gymnastics with th

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Alex’s Attempts II

    AlexBack in my office, I pulled the photos from my safe, spreading them across my desk only long enough for Marcus to understand what we were dealing with.The email had come through an encrypted server on the same day I and Maya had dinner with her parents. Just a smug message, then the image attachments.The violation of it made me sick every time I looked at them.Marcus sat across from me, professional as always, but I could see the disgust in his eyes. Not at the photos themselves—he'd averted his gaze after the first one—but at the violation they represented."I don't need to see more," he'd said, pushing them back across the desk after barely glancing at the first one. "I get the picture.""We've tried everything," he continued, keeping his eyes on my face, not the photos. "Their cyber security is military-grade. Whoever Daniel hired knows what they're doing. He’s a real psycho to go that far because of a Ex""There has to be a way.""Maybe if we had more time, more resources—

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Alex's Attempts

    AlexForty-five minutes.That's how long I'd been sitting in my car across from Maya's building, engine off, watching her windows like some lovesick teenager. Or a stalker. Definitely more stalker at this point.The doorman — a much younger guy than the one who was usually there, with a neck tattoo peeking out from his collar—kept glancing my way. First with curiosity, then concern, now something closer to pity. Like he'd seen this before. Rich guy camps outside building after girlfriend dumps him. Tale as old as Manhattan.My phone buzzed. Marcus."Anything yet?" His voice was careful."No. Her lights are on, but..." I rubbed my eyes, exhausted. "Ah..Tell me you have something.""I tracked the photos back like you asked. The ones Daniel sent three weeks ago." He paused. "They came through a virtual drive, bounced through three different servers. Real professional setup.""Can you crash it?"A pause. "Maybe. But Alex, even if we kill this server, what if he has backups? Physical copie

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Isolation II

    MayaBy evening, I'd gone full conspiracy theorist.My laptop screen filled with tabs—LinkedIn profiles, public records, social media deep dives. Everyone I knew, laid out in digital autopsies.Alex: Net worth that made my inheritance look like pocket change. What did he really want with someone like me? The thrill of the rescue? Another project to fix?Olivia: Columbia Law, top of her class, could work anywhere. Why waste time on a three-week-old foundation with a budget smaller than what she could make at a corporate firm?Sarah: Ran galleries in Paris that showcased actual artists, not mountain refugees playing with glass beads. Her "friendship" had started right after I became useful to her brother.

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