All Chapters of High stakes payback: Ex wife becomes a CEO: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"That aside, how's the preparation for the gala?" Ivan looked at her over the magazine in his hand. "All hands are on deck on making the appearance of Arthur's group a success. Marietta handled what I would be wearing, the dress you bought from Germany is sitting in my closet. The dress is pretty, Uncle. Thank you," Olivia smiled, in spite of herself. "You don't have to thank me, you deserve the whole world dear." He softly replied, feeling touched by her humility "Aha! I shouldn't be there at the gala but I will avail myself for the formalities, and I will introduce you to someone... Regal. He has just as much influence as I do, and knows how to weld his power when it comes to handling business deals." "Oh," Olivia thought aloud, she slightly leaned on the table "Is he an old friend of yours or...?" "He's the son of an old friend of mine. The heir to an empire." "Oh, okay. I look forward to seeing him then," She beamed. Lately, Olivia derived joy from getting to familiarize

Damian stared into his system, his eyes hooded with worry that no one could decipher even after studying him for minutes. He sat with the calmness of one whose life was on track, and his fingers flew over the keypads as he sent a letter of dismissal to one of his workers. He had found the man out on inspection. He was a spy, sent from God knows where. The man refused to spill the bean in spite of the logical torture that Damian had put him under, so Damian resorted to subjecting him to physical torture. Even so, the man would not budge. Not planning to stain his hands just yet, Damian had told his men to let him off the hook. He had a clue that he was sent by Olivia, and it was the secondary reason to why he had not harmed him in any way. Now, he sat stoically after pressing send and wondered how far she intended to go with her plot to destroy him. He was already half as rich as he was before. The company was cutting down on cost even when everything seemed buttered up on the outs

"You've been moody the whole day, Rosie." Olivia peered at Rosie from the wooden barrier that barricaded them in the office restroom. It was almost 6:00 pm and thanks to Olivia, Rosie still lingered in the company. "I'm just a bit exhausted, I guess..." Rosie told her with a faltering smile. She dried off her hands and tossed the used napkins into the trashcan. "Let's not go home then," Olivia suggested, drying off her hands as well. "Huh?" "Let's go to a fancy restaurant and eat all our problems away, what do you say to that?" "But I had a burger earlier and I don't think I'm hungry just yet..." The rumbling from her belly cut her off and Olivia pointed in the direction of her belly. "Did you hear that?" "I did," Rosie rolled her eyes, smiling genuinely now. She could not believe her stomach, giving her away even before she could finish talking. "Yikes. Let's move." Olivia took a look at her watch and exited the restroom and her office while keeping the door open and urging

It was lone in the suburb where Rosie's dainty cottage stood, as always. He pushed his lanky figure at the door but it wouldn't give way, so he slithered around the cottage, searching for clues that might suggest that she had been around. That his prey had gotten back here after frolicking around with that bastard son of a bitch. But there was none. His fist clenched in rhythm with his jaw as he stared at the window to her room with bloodshot eyes. Soon, she would be his. He would bask in her very screams of torture as he punishes her for running away from him. She was only meant for him. She could only be with him. Either he or she has to die for them to be separated from each other, and even if he did, his ghost would haunt her till she joins him in deathly matrimony! * * * As soon as they arrived at the estate, Olivia ensured that the maids attended to Rosie. She entrusted her into Marietta's hands. They bathed her wi

Ivan's eyes were as cold as death as he watched as Damian steppes out of his car, a poker expression on his face. He still looked as good as new, had his shoulders in the air and walked with an air of importance, Ivan noted. Rico went over. "Uhm..." Damian scratched at an eyebrow, quite pissed but struggling to keep his calm. He could not imagine getting pissed several times in a couple of hours. This was definitely not his season. "You're in my way dude!" He blurted out, not minding the size of the man in front of him. Rico chuckled mirthlessly. Just as he planned, his vehicle had stopped right in front of Damian's, making the latter to almost crash into them. Rico would admit that Damian had good grip skills, they would be in some kind of physical mess if he had not pressed the brake as quickly as he did. Yet, he wanted more. A punch or two to the CEO's nose wouldn't be bad at all. "You could reverse and go back, you know." Rico drawled, leaning on the team's vehicle and stroki