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Chapter 17: The Canceled Ship
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2025-10-07 21:58:33
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The invitation came from Grandfather this time, not Margaret. That was why I went. "Vivian, come home for family dinner tonight, just family," Grandfather said on the phone, his voice tired but warm. "Margaret called, she cried, said she wants to apologize properly at home, no reporters, no cameras, just soup. She made your father's favorite fish soup, the one your mother taught her. She said she wants to cook for me one last time before... before she leaves the city. I said yes. I am old, Vivian, I don't want to die with hate in the house. Come, please. Bring Julian if he is free. Let’s eat one last time as family." One last time. Family. Fish soup. My mother's recipe that Margaret stole. My stomach twisted. Margaret never cooks. She has maids, she has allergies to fish, she says the smell makes her sick. And she never apologizes without cameras. I looked at Julian, who was reading a contract with his reading glasses — he looks so handsome in reading glasses, I almost forgot to b
Reborn to Seduce the Devil CEO Chapter 42
I should have known the Lin mansion's security was useless. My stepmother Margaret had fired all of my father's old guards after he died and replaced them with cheap men who spent more time looking at their phones than at the cameras. In my past life, that was how Chloe was able to bring Arthur into my bedroom while I was still technically married. That was how they were able to take me away to the asylum without anyone stopping them. I made a mental note. The first thing I would do after I secured the Sterling name was fire every single one of them. Because at 11 PM, when I had just come back from Sterling Tower and was trying to take off this red dress that felt like armor, my bedroom door clicked open. I froze. "Vivian?" Arthur's voice. Hoarse. Broken. Like he had been crying. He slipped inside and closed the door behind him, locking it. He was still in his wrinkled tuxedo from this morning, his eyes red, his hair a mess. He looked like a man who had lost everything overnigh
Reborn to Seduce the Devil CEO Chapter 41: The $400 Million Slap
The bidding for the Trans-Pacific Green Shipping Corridor was held at the Grand Hyatt, 9 AM, in a glass room that looked over the sea — my sea, my father's sea, the sea where I fell when I was 10 and a boy crushed his legs to save me. I arrived at 8:50 AM, white suit, hair up, no diamonds, only my father's old pen in my pocket and the photo of Little Fish in my inner pocket, because I needed her — that 10-year-old girl with missing tooth who promised to marry a lonely boy — to remind me who I was fighting for. With me: Leo with three laptops and a power bank taped to his leg like a weapon, Julian in black suit in wheelchair today because his legs hurt from walking at 2 AM to my study, Mark with the Norwegian tech certificate in a bulletproof briefcase, and Uncle Chen, Liu, Zhao, Huang, Wang — my father's five brothers — in matching Lin Enterprises blue ties, because I asked them to wear blue for luck. Across the table: Arthur Vance. New suit again, this time tailored, hair combed, b
Reborn to Seduce the Devil CEO Chapter 40: The Final Challenge
I didn't sleep after the photograph. How could I? I sat on the floor of Julian's private study, barefoot, in his t-shirt, holding a yellowed photo of a 10-year-old me with a missing tooth and an ugly fish, and a 15-year-old Julian scowling while holding my ponytail so I wouldn't fall into the sea, with blue ink on the back: Little Fish — 2008 — She said she will marry me when she grows up so I don't have to be alone. I said okay. — J Julian sat with me, his bare back against his desk, his legs stretched out, shaking from walking without his cane, his head on my shoulder, his tears dry now, his hands holding mine, holding the photo, like if he let go, I would fall into the sea again and forget again. "I didn't want you to find it like this," he whispered at 3 AM, his voice hoarse. "I wanted to tell you after you became President. After you didn't need me. So you wouldn't think you owed me." "Owed you?" I whispered back, my voice broken, Goodnovel heroine voice, small but fierce. "Ju
Reborn to Seduce the Devil CEO Chapter 39: The Photograph in the Locked Drawer
It was 1:47 AM. I know because the clock in Julian's private study — the one room in Seabreeze Villa I was never allowed to enter, the one even Mark needed permission to clean — said 1:47 AM in cold blue light. I wasn't snooping. I swear I wasn't. Goodnovel heroines never snoop, they accidentally snoop. I was looking for a document. Grandfather's final test — Yangtze Deep-Water Port — required government approval, and government approval required Sterling Group's Norwegian deep-water tech certification, which Julian said was in his study, in the safe, file name Nor-Tech-2019-Deep. Julian was asleep. Finally asleep, not pretending, his black hair messy on my pillow, his breathing deep, his hand still holding mine even in sleep, because he does that now, holds my hand like I will disappear if he lets go. I didn't want to wake him. He hadn't slept properly since the fish soup night, since the $73M, since Vincent brought Arthur to his boardroom. So I slipped out of bed barefoot, in his
Reborn to Seduce the Devil CEO Chapter 38: The Final Test
The morning after the poisoned fish soup, Grandfather called me at 6 AM again, but this time he wasn't crying. His voice was clear, strong, no sedatives in his blood anymore because Julian's private doctor had been giving him clean tea and vitamins for a week, flushing the benzodiazepine out. "Vivian, come to the house. Now. Bring your husband. Bring Leo. And bring that test kit your husband's doctor used on my tea." I arrived at Lin Manor at 7 AM, with Julian, Leo still in pajamas holding a lab report that said Sample A (spilled fish soup) — Digoxin 3.2mg/L — Lethal dose for 70yo male — Causes heart failure appearing natural within 12 hours. Grandfather was sitting in his study, not in his armchair, but at his desk — my father's desk — wearing his old presidential suit that he hadn't worn since my father died, his cane leaning against the desk, his hair combed, his eyes sharp. And on the desk: two cups of tea. One from Margaret yesterday, tested, with sedatives. One clean, from Ju
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