บททั้งหมดของ Claiming The Rival CEO's Daughter : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

It was dinner time that evening, and they sat at the dining table to have their meal. The maids served them and they started chatting as they enjoyed their food. Mr. Sterling shared that the company was growing, and he was very glad that things were going well. For fifteen years now, no other company has been able to reach their standard. It was quite heartwarming. Mrs Vanessa smiled and told him that he had worked so hard to get the company on its toes that no one would even dare compete with him in this position. They were very excited to have such a hardworking father and husband like Mr. Sterling. After dinner, Seraphina decided to go out with her friends again before going to school the next week. She informed her dad about her intentions, but he didn’t agree with her. He told me to stay back and get prepared for her new school. “Dad, I understand your concern, but I’m going to miss my friends. I need to spend some time with them because I won’t see them again for a while,” she

During intermission, she went to the cafeteria to purchase a snack. As she headed back to class, a girl approached her with a friendly smile. “I want to be friends with you. I admire you so much,” she said. “Who are your parents?” she asked, curious. “My dad is an accountant, and my mom is a doctor,” she replied. Seraphina thought she might be wealthy, given her parents’ careers. “What’s your name?” she asked. “Ava,” she said. Seraphina decided to accept her as a friend but with conditions. “You must obey all my instructions and not mingle with anyone else,” she told her. Ava agreed without hesitation. They returned to class, and she sat beside me. Sera hadn’t realized they were in the same class. Their friendship was going to be interesting, and everyone was curious about how they became friends on Seraphina's first day. Meanwhile, at Radiant Treasures, Mr. Sterling, was busy in his office. He decided to investigate the incident that happened over the weekend. He checked the C

Seraphina was walking in the school's hallway towards the school's cafeteria , her presence commanding attention. Students parted like the Red Sea, wary of her sharp tongue and ruthless demeanor. Ava walked beside her, equally intimidating but with a softer edge. As they turned a corner, they saw Alexander leaning against a locker, his arm draped casually around a girl who looked up at him with adoration. Seraphina’s eyes narrowed. She had no patience for Alexander, the arrogant playboy who had harassed her at a party. “Look at him,” Seraphina muttered to Ava. “Treating her like she’s disposable.” Ava glanced over and sighed. “He’s always been like that. Thinks he can get away with anything because of his looks and charm.” Seraphina’s jaw tightened. “Not on my watch.” She marched over to Alexander, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. “Alexander,” she called out, her voice icy. He looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, if it isn’t the queen of the school. To what

Alexander had a reputation at school. He was known for his charm and good looks, which he often used to his advantage. There was a girl named Mirabel who had fallen for him hard. She was smart, kind, and genuinely believed that Alexander cared for her. They had started dating a few months ago, and Mirabel was over the moon. She thought she had found someone special. But Alexander’s intentions were far from genuine. He enjoyed the thrill of the chase and the power he felt from having someone so devoted to him. One evening, after a school event, Alexander and Mirabel were sitting in his car. He leaned in close, his voice smooth and persuasive. “Mirabel, you know I care about you, right?” Mirabel nodded, her eyes shining with affection. “Of course, Alex. I care about you too.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Then you trust me, don’t you?” “Yes, I trust you,” she replied, her voice soft. “Good,” he said, leaning in to kiss her. But as the weeks went by, Alexander’s intere

With a round of applause, Mr. Harrington stood up, a confident smile playing on his lips. He approached the stage and delivered his speech with poise. Meanwhile, Seraphina’s father, Mr. Sterling, quietly excused himself from the event. The media, ever eager for a story, swarmed around him. “Mr. Sterling, you’ve won this award fifteen times, but not today. Is it true that your company’s quality has declined?” a journalist asked, their microphones thrust forward. Mr. Sterling, maintaining his composure, chose not to respond and continued walking. Back at the hotel, Mr. Sterling entered his room, his face a mask of controlled anger. He clenched his fists, taking a deep breath to steady himself. The thoughts of Mr. Harrington’s unexpected victory swirled in his mind. “Is this some kind of vendetta?” he muttered to himself. “If Harrington is behind the issues plaguing my company, he will regret it. I will ensure that.” Determined not to wait until morning, he packed his belongings and h