All Chapters of Shattered Vows: Silent Revenge.: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Killian’s POVThe next morning came, but the heaviness in my chest from last night hadn’t lifted. I woke up early, dressed in my usual tailored suit, and drove to the office with a head full of restless thoughts. The city looked alive as always; people rushing to work, traffic already starting to build, but I felt out of place, like I was moving in slow motion.When I stepped into the building, I greeted a few employees absently and headed straight for my office. The smell of fresh paper and polished wood filled the room, but even that familiar comfort couldn’t ease the weight pressing on me.I sat behind my desk, switched on my computer, and began going through the pile of documents waiting for my attention. Numbers, charts, contracts; everything blurred together, and my mind kept circling back to the same problem, which was the stolen ideas.I tapped my fingers on the desk, then finally pressed the intercom. “Tell the production team lead to come to my office.” I ordered my secreta

Serena’s PovThe morning was bright when I arrived at my company building. The soft hum of workers and the clacking of keyboards filled the air as I walked through the glass doors. As usual, Bridget was already waiting by my office door with her tablet in hand.“Good morning, ma’am,” she greeted warmly with her usual bright smile.“Good morning, Bridget,” I replied, adjusting my bag on my shoulder. “How’s everything looking today?”Bridget’s eyes lit up with excitement, and that immediately caught my attention. “Actually, the production team asked me to let you know they’ve prepared a little prototype. They said they’ll love to show it to you as soon as possible,” she informed me with a glint of happiness in her eyes.I raised my brows, a little surprised. “Already? That was fast.”She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. They’re waiting in the conference room.”I followed her down the hallway, heels clicking softly against the floor. My mind was curious about how could they have somethi

Killian’s PovSerena’s eyes narrowed at me, and the coldness in them pierced deeper than any words could. She gave a small, humorless scoff.“You’re doing this too late,” she said flatly. “Don’t bother, Killian.” she spoke, looking very determined not to care.Her voice was calm, but the weight of it pressed on my chest. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure.“I know I acted wrongly towards you,” I said, my tone softer than it had ever been with her. “I know I pushed you away, and I’m sorry for the way I treated you.”Her lips curled into something between a frown and a smirk. “Your presence disgusts me,” she cut in sharply. “I don’t want to have anything to do with an ingrate like you.”The word ingrate stung. I had expected anger, maybe resentment, but hearing her name me so plainly felt like a slap.“Serena, wait…” I stepped forward, about to block her path again, desperate for her to hear me out.But before I could move, a voice came from the rooftop exit.“What’s going o

Serena’s PovThe next morning, I woke up earlier than usual. Adrien was still asleep, his hand loosely draped over my waist. For a moment, I just laid there, staring at the ceiling. I had a strange feeling in my chest; excitement mixed with purpose. Today, I was going to mark the day I would start building the next stage of my plan.I quietly slid out of bed, careful not to wake him, and went straight to the bathroom. After a warm shower and a quick skincare routine, I dressed up in a simple cream suit, paired with black heels. I wanted to look both approachable and commanding.By the time I walked into my office, it was already buzzing with activity. Bridget was at her desk, typing rapidly on her computer, and the HR team was already setting up for the interviews.“Morning, Bridget,” I greeted with a small smile.“Good morning, ma’am,” she said, standing up. “The interviewees are here. There are five of them as you requested.”“Good,” I replied, setting my bag on my table. “Let’s beg

Serena’s PovThree days later, I was in my office, focused on a stack of reports that had been sitting on my desk since morning. My eyes felt heavy from reading and rereading numbers, but I didn’t want to stop until everything was settled. I was halfway through a budget summary when a soft knock came on the door.“Come in,” I said, not looking up immediately.The door opened, and Ryan stepped inside, holding a brown file in his hand. His expression was calm, but there was a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. That look alone told me that whatever he had come with was important.“Good afternoon, ma’am,” he said politely.I finally looked up and smiled faintly. “Afternoon, Ryan. What do you have there?”He walked closer and placed the file gently on my desk. “I believe you’ll want to see this personally, ma’am. I got everything you asked for.”I sat up straighter, my interest piqued. “Everything?”“Yes, ma’am,” he replied confidently.I opened the file and immediately saw several glossy