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Chapter 10: The Fallen Card House
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2026-06-08 15:43:01
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RISING FROM THE ASHES: The CEO’s Regret Chapter 10: The Fallen Card House
Davis’s POVThe glass doors of the Vance Group headquarters didn't just close behind Jessica and Marcus; they sealed my fate."Davis! Davis, look at me!"The frantic screech belonged to Valerie. She had burst into the chaotic boardroom just minutes after the trading suspension flashed on the screens, her father trailing closely behind her with a face like a thundercloud."Is it true?" Valerie demanded, stamping her foot as she glared down at me. I was still sitting on the floor, my expensive suit trousers ruined by the dust of a room I used to rule. "My father’s analysts just called. They say the Vance Group is being swallowed whole by Luther Corp! They say you don't even own the patents to your own software!"I didn't answer her. I couldn't even look at her. All I could see in my mind's eye was Jessica in that emerald-green suit. The confidence in her stride, the absolute brilliance in her eyes—the exact same brilliance I had stolen from her five years ago to write my master’s the
RISING FROM THE ASHES: The CEO’s Regret Chapter 9: The Boardroom Battlefield
Davis’s POV"What do you mean we can't freeze the trading?!"I slammed both hands onto the glass conference table, glare fixated on the trembling head of our legal department. The air in the executive boardroom was thick with panic. The massive digital screens lining the wall, which usually displayed our soaring profit margins, were a massacre of flashing red data points.VNCE: -42.1%"Mr. Vance, we’ve tried everything," the legal counsel stammered, adjusting his glasses with a shaking hand. "Luther Corporation isn't just dumping stocks. They’ve systematically bought out our secondary lines of credit through shell companies. They technically hold the notes on over sixty percent of our short-term corporate debt. If they demand immediate liquidation, we don't have the cash reserves to cover it.""Then find the cash!" I roared, my voice echoing off the glass walls. "Call Valerie’s father. Tell him we need an emergency capital injection. The marriage merger is scheduled for next mont
RISING FROM THE ASHES: The CEO’s Regret Chapter 8: The Aftermath of the Storm
Jessica’s POVThe sleek black tablet felt heavy in my hands, its glowing screen casting a cold light over the expensive silk duvet. On the display, the Vance Group stock ticker was still flashing a frantic, bleeding red.VNCE: -35.8%For five long years, that name had been a shadow over my life. Every time I skipped a meal so Catherine could have milk, every time my landlord threatened to throw us out into the biting cold, I would see Davis’s face on a billboard or in a business magazine, smiling his pristine, billionaire smile. I had starved while he feasted on the fruits of my labor. I had bled while he built his empire.But looking at the crashing numbers now, I didn't feel the burning rage I expected. I felt a profound, freezing hollow. The girl who would have crawled through broken glass just to hear him say my name was gone. Valerie’s champagne glass hadn't just cut my forehead last night; it had severed the last remaining thread of my foolish, youthful devotion."You look r
RISING FROM THE ASHES: The CEO’s Regret Chapter 7: The Shadows of the Past
Marcus’s POV"The fever is finally breaking, Mr. Luther."The private doctor quietly stepped back from the bed, adjusting his stethoscope before packing it away into his leather briefcase. I didn't look up at him. My eyes remained fixed on the pale, fragile woman resting against the silk pillows of my guest bedroom.Jessica looked so small beneath the heavy duvet. Her forehead was wrapped in clean, white gauze, covering the jagged cut where Valerie’s champagne glass had sliced her open. The angry red swelling around the wound had begun to fade, but the sight of it still made a dark, dangerous heat flare up in my chest."Her body is severely exhausted," the doctor continued in a low whisper, mindful of the sleeping woman. "Malnutrition, chronic stress, and lack of sleep. It looks like she hasn't had a proper meal or a full night's rest in years. Combined with the trauma from last night... it’s a miracle she didn't collapse sooner.""And her daughter?" I asked, my voice a low, gravelly
RISING FROM THE ASHES: The CEO’s Regret Chapter 6: The Weight of the Crown
Davis’s POVThe heavy click of the line disconnecting felt like a physical blow to my chest."Davis! What did she say? Who was that?" Valerie grabbed my arm, her long, manicured nails digging deep into my expensive suit sleeve. "Was that that low-life waitress? Why is she calling you? Why are you looking like you've seen a ghost?!"I didn't answer. I couldn't. I aggressively shoved Valerie’s hand off my arm, stumbling backward until the back of my knees hit my leather executive chair. I sank into it, the room spinning violently around me.What I give, I can also take away.The words looped in my mind, a chilling mantra that froze the blood in my veins. Jessica had always been soft. She was the girl who skipped meals just so I could buy textbooks. She was the girl who held my hand in the hospital, pale and weak, smiling through her own excruciating pain just to assure me that everything would be fine after the transplant surgery. She didn't know how to be cruel. She didn't know how to
RISING FROM THE ASHES: The CEO’s Regret Chapter 5: The Burning of the Throne
Davis’s POV"She's gone. What do you mean she’s gone?!"I slammed my fist down onto the mahogany desk in my pristine executive office, the glass decor rattling violently. My chest was burning from the inside, a strange, phantom ache flaring right in my right flank where my transplanted kidney rested. I was struggling to breathe.Ever since the grand opening last night, my mind had been spinning off the rails.Jessica. It had been her. No matter how much I tried to convince myself or the investors that she was just a delusional stranger, I couldn't forget the look of raw, shattered devotion in her eyes. I had spent five years overseas convincing myself she had moved on, that she had forgotten about me when she stopped calling. But seeing her in that filthy waitress uniform, bleeding on my floor...I reached into my pocket, dialing her old number like a maniac for the fiftieth time today.The number you have dialed is no longer in service."Damn it!" I roared, throwing the phone against
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