All Chapters of Shattered Vows: Silent Revenge.: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Third-Person PovThe evening air was cold as Killian pulled up to his mansion. The headlights from his car lit up the driveway where a man in a green jacket and helmet stood beside a dispatch bike. Killian frowned, wondering why someone would still be waiting at this hour.He stepped out of his car and adjusted his coat.“Who are you looking for?” he asked in a calm but firm tone.The dispatch rider straightened up nervously.“Good evening, sir. I was told to wait until you arrived. This parcel is for you. I was given specific instructions not to leave it with anyone else.”Killian’s brows furrowed. “Who sent it?”The man shook his head. “No name, sir. Just that it’s important and confidential.”Killian took the small brown parcel, suspicion growing every second.“Alright. You can go.” he urged the dispatch rider.The rider nodded quickly and drove off, leaving behind the low hum of his engine and a trail of dust.Killian glanced down at the parcel in his hand before heading inside. T

Third-Person PovThe morning sun streamed through the tall glass windows of Serena’s office, casting a warm glow on the sleek furniture and the organized files on her desk. She was reviewing a few reports when a gentle knock came on the door.“Come in,” she said, glancing up.Ryan stepped inside, holding a folder in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. His expression was calm and professional as always, but Serena could tell he was a little nervous. He had only been working for her for a short while, yet he had already shown efficiency and intelligence that impressed her deeply.“Good morning, ma’am,” Ryan greeted, setting the coffee on her desk. “I’ve completed the reports from yesterday and followed up on the information you asked for.”Serena leaned back in her chair, taking the file from him. “Thank you, Ryan.” She flipped through the pages, scanning the neatly summarized data.Everything was in order, detailed, accurate, and neatly compiled.After a moment, she looked up at

Serena’s PovIt'd been two days since I had decided to ignore the message I got from whoever was working with Jackson. What could be funny was that there might be no one else, or the person might not have the guts to strike, but if he or she did, I'd be ready. For now, I have someone else to pull down.The night was quiet, except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the tapping sound of my fingers on the desk. My office was dimly lit, the only real light coming from my laptop screen. Everyone else had gone home hours ago, but my assistant and I weren’t ready to leave yet.A half-empty cup of coffee sat beside me, long gone cold. The glow from the monitor reflected in my eyes as I went through the confidential reports Ryan had gathered for me about Killian Blackwood’s company.Page after page, line after line, everything was right there. The weaknesses, the debts, the cracks in his empire that he probably didn’t even know existed.I leaned closer, scanning a particular line tha

Serena’s PovThe morning sunlight shined softly through the wide glass windows of my office, warming the edges of the polished oak desk. Everything felt quieter than usual, too calm for the magnitude of what had just happened.Ryan stood in front of me, a folder in his hands. He looked tired, but there was a strange spark in his eyes which was part awe, and part disbelief.“It’s done,” he said finally, his voice steady but low.I looked up from the screen where I had been reviewing contracts. “All signatures?”He nodded and placed the folder on my desk with deliberate care, as though it were made of glass.“Every single one, ma’am. The last shareholder signed this morning. Through SilverCrest Holdings and the other fronts, you now own sixty percent of Blackwood Enterprises.”For a long moment, I didn’t speak. I just looked at the folder, my fingers tracing the neat edge of the paper. Sixty percent. The number echoed in my head, carrying the weight of months of planning, late-night cal

Third-Person PovThe next morning came with a mixture of calm and anticipation. The sunlight slipped through the curtains as Serena adjusted her clothes in front of the mirror, her expression steady and unreadable.Today is the shareholders’ meeting of Blackwood Enterprises, the day everything will come full circle.Ryan arrived a few minutes later, carrying a small folder.“Everything is ready, ma’am,” he said, his tone respectful yet slightly nervous.Serena nodded, picking up her sleek black purse.“Good. Let’s go.”The drive to the company building felt strangely nostalgic. Serena looked out the tinted window as familiar streets passed by. Each one held a memory, a younger version of herself walking proudly into her office, believing loyalty and love were enough to keep her world stable. But those days were gone.When the car finally stopped, Ryan got out first and opened her door. Serena stepped out gracefully, her heels clicking against the pavement. The grand building stood bef