Todos os capítulos de Mr. CEO We're Done!: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Vivian’s POVManny and I just looked at each other, unable to speak.I was stupefied. My head was spinning and my world was going round. What on earth is Manny talking about?“He is very dangerous, Vivian, and until his money is paid in full, Ted is doomed,” Manny was the first to recover his voice. “There is a whole lot of issues going on that you never knew, Vivian, but now is a lot worse, because Ted is on the run from this bad man,” Manny said sadly.“Oh my goodness, I had no idea. I am so sorry that I have been unavailable all this time,” I apologized with tears streaming down my cheeks. I knew that they would probably have hidden it from me like they always did, but then again, if I hadn’t chosen Syrus, then dad would never have suffered a heart attack, and Ted would never have involved himself in something as terrible as this.The whole thing sounded so unreal and deadly to me, because the Ted I knew growing up with was a good boy that stayed out of trouble. The one person I kn

Syrus’s POVSyrus paced about angrily. He removed his tie and flung it across his office, angry and frustrated. The media was going wild with all sorts of comments about the headline that popped up that morning. What even annoyed Syrus was the fact that Vivian did not bother to deny the fact.Syrus could recall vividly the happy look on the man’s face when he had answered his door bell; it was the look of a man who had had a wonderful night.“She divorced me only to be screwing her fucking manager who cannot even measure up to me!” Syrus bellowed to no one in particular.The man was nowhere close to Syrus in wealth, fame, and looks, yet, Vivian had chosen to humiliate him with such a man.“She asked for a divorce, and I granted it to her. She dragged me to court on account of seeing me with Georgia, and I freaking paid for that. I have been up and doing in the antenatal process of our babies, but none of that is sufficient for Vivian,” Syrus said to himself angrily.His anger was boil

Georgia’s POVGeorgia waited for her guest in the private lounge that she had booked. She was patient, because she was extremely happy and satisfied. While waiting, Georgia her best cocktail in celebration. She always knew she was a smart genius who could pull anything off, and this was just a proof of it.Very soon, Syrus would be hers permanently.She was yet to get Syrus back to her bed so that she could fake a pregnancy story, but as long as Vivian was out of the way, every other thing would be easy. As she told Syrus, making a press release would turn the business blogs to his favor, and it did. Georgia had never seen Syrus so relieved and happy. She had thought of seizing the moment to push the plans through, but Syrus had gotten an instant call from one of the companies that had pulled out as a result of the scandal, and he had had to go and attend to them.“Soon, Syrus Vale,” Georgia said to herself as she sipped her cocktail and waited for her guest. In fact, for doing such

Georgia’s POV“I would like an extra bottle of your most expensive wine,” Georgia told the hotel staff when she arrived at the hotel she had planned to meet with Syrus for the suppose celebration for not losing his company. Georgia was almost an hour earlier, but it was intentional. She needed to be there in time so that she would get everything ready and set.“You are not going to escape this one, Syrus,” Georgia said to herself as she looked around the perfectly arranged room. There were rose petals on the soft big bed, scattered in a way that made it look super fashionable. Then by the corner of the room, just a small distance from the bed, was a mini-dining exclusively set for two; two hairs and a round table. On the table were Syrus’s favorite food, and of course, his favorite bottle of wine. Georgia ensured that everything she ordered was Syrus’s favorite. She wanted him to be swoon and carried away, so that she would not have to try so much. By the other corner of the room wa

Vivian’s POVThe call with Manny did not make things any easier for me. instead, I felt angrier, more horrible and more like a shit.“I shouldn’t have spoken to him,” I told myself, “Because now I feel terrible.” I pouted and sulked. If only I had ignored his call, I would not be feeling this badly for keeping things away from him, knowing that it would only make them more worried, especially with the health condition of our dad, but my mind was made up, and there was no going back. “They would have to let me be for now so that I can pick up the pieces of my life,” I continued to talk to myself as I turned off my phone and laid back down, but the sleep still did not come. I felt a slight discomfort in my stomach, and I tried diverse back and side sleeping positions to see which one of them would work, but nothing seemed to be working. The pain, although mild, made me worried, because it was late in the night, and if it grew worse and intense, I would be stranded without help. “Ple