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Chapter 10: Keep your enemies closer
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2026-05-20 15:44:57
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Sweet Revenge, Mr. CEO Chapter 11: The Inside Man
Serena’s POVThe grand epiphany I’d had last night about keeping my enemies close and pretending to be their best friend had sounded incredibly poetic in the dark. It was a flawless, ironclad strategy. The only minor design flaw was that it would require me to be pleasant to people I wanted to destroy, which was quite low on my to-do list. "Mama! Look!"Anika thundered down the stairs and skidded into the kitchen, practically vibrating. She was wearing mismatched unicorn pajamas, a single neon-pink sock, and a head of curls that looked like she’d personally lost a fight with static electricity. She pointed an accusing finger at her own bare right foot."My other sock vanished. It’s completely gone."I looked from her panicked face down to her left hand, where the missing pink fabric was currently clutched in a tight fist.I raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure it didn't just get recruited into a secret sock army?"Annika blinked, looked down at her hand, and slowly uncurled her fingers.
Sweet Revenge, Mr. CEO Chapter 10: Keep your enemies closer
Serena’s POVThe problem with pretending to be someone else was always feeling like you were on death row the moment you had to spend time with the people who actually knew them.I realized this approximately twelve minutes into drinks with Chloe Laurent.“…and then he had the audacity to tell me he wasn’t emotionally unavailable.” Chloe stared at me across the table like she had just witnessed the collapse of Western civilization. “Elena, do you know what that man actually said to me?”I blinked.Because I had stopped listening somewhere at some point. My mind was still trapped in that boardroom, haunted by the memory of Killian’s grey eyes cracking wide with suspicion.“…what?” I offered weakly.Chloe’s mouth dropped open. She slowly set her cocktail down. “Oh my God.”“What?”“You weren’t listening.”“No, I was.”“You absolutely were not. You have that face.”I frowned, adjusting the collar of my blouse. “What face?”Chloe pointed dramatically at me, her red-manicured finger waveri
Sweet Revenge, Mr. CEO Chapter 9: Just a coincidence
Killian’s POVThe scent wouldn't leave the room.Long after Elena Reyes left, the sharp, intoxicating note of Fleur Narcotique remained suspended in the air.It was a phantom. A cruel, sensory hallucination.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, my fingers digging into the fabric of my pockets. My chest felt tight, the skin stretched thin over a ribcage that suddenly felt too small for my lungs.I was losing my mind. There was no other logical explanation. I was a rational man, a man who built a multibillion-dollar empire on cold, unyielding data, and yet I was being unraveled by the posture, vocabulary, and fragrance of a married woman I had met exactly twice.I spent the rest of the afternoon crouched over my laptop like a man possessed. I blew past my three o’clock budget review. I ignored two calls from our European expansion directors. Instead, I was staring at a glowing screen, obsessively reading chemistry articles about perfume composition.I dragged a hand through my hair,
Sweet Revenge, Mr. CEO Chapter 8: Fleur Narcotique
Serena’s POVThe first time Killian showed me this building, we’d stood across the street in the freezing November rain while he grinned like he’d personally conquered Manhattan.“We own it,” he had said, laughing breathlessly as taxis splashed dirty water onto the curb beside us. “Jesus, Serena. We actually own the damn thing.”At twenty-seven, we had been exhausted, ambitious, and arrogant enough to believe sleep was optional. I had kissed him right there on the sidewalk, tasting rain and victory.Now, I sat across from that same building inside my car, my hands clenched around the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.One year later. One new face later. One funeral later.The silver lettering—RHODES INCORPORATED—gleamed against the glass tower like a taunt.My phone buzzed. I inhaled a sharp breath before answering. “Hi, Dom.”“You’re already there?” He asked. “The meeting doesn’t start for another twenty minutes.”“I like arriving early.”“I know. You nervous?”Nervous im
Sweet Revenge, Mr. CEO Chapter 7: The problem of Elena Reyes
Killian’s POV“You strike me as the kind of man who likes winning so much he forgets to ask whether the prize survives you.”The sentence replayed in my head with brutal, mocking clarity.Again.Again.Crack.The yellow tennis ball slammed against the concrete wall, ricocheting back with a vicious spin. I caught it on the sweet spot of the racket, sending it flying right back.Crack.“Then perhaps great men are less original than they think.”Crack.My shoulder burned. My wrist was a dull ache of overexertion, and my shirt was plastered to my back with sweat. The private rooftop court glowed beneath the weak Manhattan dawn, but I barely registered the skyline.I was chasing silence. I hadn’t found it in two weeks.“You’ve been out here almost two hours.”The voice broke my rhythm. I caught the ball against the strings, the sudden halt vibrating up my arm. I glanced toward the edge of the court.Marcus Webb stood there, arms folded over his broad chest. My head of security usually move
Sweet Revenge, Mr. CEO Chapter 6: There’s a catch
Serena’s POVRain hammered against the windshield, a violent drumming that made my body shake with terror.My hands slipped on the leather steering wheel. I could smell the ozone, the wet pavement, and the metallic tang of fear rising in the back of my throat. I pressed the brakes.They screamed once—a high, mechanical shriek of protest—and then gave way. There was no resistance. No control.“No, please.”The car swerved. Metal shrieked against the guardrail. Glass burst inward like a shower of rain. And then, through the hiss of rainwater flooding the dying engine, I heard it.Footsteps.A tall, male shadow moved beyond the fractured spiderweb of the windshield. The flicker of a streetlamp caught his face; the face of the person I could never quite make out leaning over the hood.I reached out, my hand trembling, my vision fading into black.“Mummy, something is burning!”I jerked violently, my lungs pulling in a sharp, ragged breath that tasted of burnt dough instead of wet asphalt.
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