Lahat ng Kabanata ng MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

JOCELIA'S POVI slumped on the kitchen stool, wearing nothing but an old pair of sweats, a bowl of ice cream in one hand, my phone in the other. The cold sweetness numbed my mouth, but it did nothing to dull the ache in my chest. My thumb swiped listlessly across the screen as I scrolled through article after article about Grayson Lockwood. The headlines all screamed the same thing—his final breakup with me and the rekindling of his relationship with his ex-wife, Sylvia Hanson."Grayson and Sylvia Hanson Spotted Together: Back On?""Lockwood and Hanson Reunite After Split from Jocelia."Each headline felt like a fresh stab to the heart, a reminder of what I had lost and the humiliation of it all. I tried to stop reading, but it was like picking at a scab that wouldn’t heal. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the screen. I shoved another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth, the creamy texture soothing my throat, but it couldn’t stop the sobs that threatened to escape.I was losing hi

SYLVIA'S POVAs Grayson and I finished our tour of the building, he turned to me with a serious look. “We’ll get started on the renovations right away,” he said, his voice steady and reassuring. The building was perfect, with plenty of space and the potential to house all the operations of my company. I smiled, nodding in agreement, feeling a sense of relief that things were finally coming together.The Realtor approached Grayson, handing him a stack of documents. I watched as Grayson carefully signed the papers, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then, something caught my eye—a name on the document that wasn’t his. It was Zendaya’s name. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that Grayson was signing over the penthouse in her name. A few pages later, he signed another document, this time putting the building in Zenith’s name.Afterward, Grayson wrote out a check for the Realtor, who shook his hand gratefully before leaving us alone. As the door clicked shut, I couldn’t hold back my c

ALICE'S POVI dialed Todd Maroon's number, my fingers moving with purpose over the screen. It was time for the plan to set into motion. Todd answered on the second ring, his gruff voice greeting me with a casual, “Ma'am, what’s up?”“Todd,” I said, leaning back into my chair with a sigh. “The time has come for you to do a job for me. I need you to take care of Jocelia.”There was a pause on the line before Todd responded, “What exactly are we talking about here?”“I need her kidnapped,” I said firmly, “and taken to a secluded location. Make sure you avoid any cameras, and ensure that your face isn’t seen. The vehicle you use should be untraceable.”Todd chuckled. “I’m no rookie to this, Ma'am. You don’t have to worry about me getting caught. I know how to stay out of sight.”“Good,” I said, nodding to myself as I spoke. “The plan is to kidnap Jocelia, rough her up a bit, and leave her with some bruises. Nothing more, nothing less. We don’t want any permanent damage, just enough to sen

SYLVIA'S POVI laughed, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride watching Zenith struggle to pack a small box into the moving lorry. His little face was scrunched up in concentration, refusing any help from anyone, even Grayson, who was standing by with a grin, ready to assist. It was such a small task, but to Zenith, it was monumental. Finally, after what seemed like an epic battle, he managed to place the box inside the lorry. He jumped up, his face beaming with excitement, and puffed out his chest like a little gorilla."I’m Superboy!" he declared with all the pride in the world, his voice ringing with the kind of confidence only a child can muster.We all burst into laughter—Grayson, the moving men, and I. Even the tension of the day couldn’t keep the smiles from our faces. Moving was stressful, but moments like these made it all worthwhile. This wasn’t just any move; we were leaving behind the toxicity, the deceit, and betrayal that had been suffocating us. We were finally movin

SYLVIA'S POVAs I stood in the middle of the penthouse, boxes piled high around me, I took a deep breath. Today had been a whirlwind. After the chaos of the past few weeks, Grayson, Paul, and Rex were finally settling into the penthouse. I figured the least I could do was make the transition a bit smoother by ordering some pizza and grabbing a few essentials for the kitchen.“Pizza’s on the way,” I called out to the guys as they busied themselves with unpacking.Grayson glanced up from a box he was sorting through, giving me a grateful nod. “You’re a lifesaver, Sylvia. We’ll need the fuel.”I smiled back, but my mind was already shifting to the next task. I grabbed my keys and headed out to the car. The penthouse was luxurious, no doubt, but it was still missing a few personal touches. I decided to pick up some groceries while the guys were busy, thinking ahead to what meals I could prepare for the week.The drive to the store was quick, but it gave me a moment to collect my thoughts.