All Chapters of CEO Wants Me: Heiress Has Risen Again!: Chapter 411 - Chapter 420

Rhea's Pov “You… How could you push me?!” Isabelle cried out, her voice high pitched. Like a child. I grimaced, why the hell was she making a fool out of herself? Despite what she was doing, I still had some sort of respect for the way she always carried herself, like no one was above her, but now, she was acting like a green tea and a child? I furrowed my brows. Isabelle acting like this, is it what Alaric wants? Is this what he prefers his women doing? But he never liked people like that when he was with me. What the hell is this? Isabelle scrambled up from the floor, wobbling. Her hair was a mess, her shopping bags dented, then, like she hadn’t just embarrassed herself publicly, she rushed straight toward Alaric. “Alaric!” She cried, reaching for his arm like some damsel in distress. I watched carefully, mostly because I expected Alaric to pat her head or comfort her or whatever robotic gentleness he’d practiced around her for months. But instead, Alaric flinched. He f

Rhea's Pov I watched him, my breath held tight, waiting for the rest of the deluge. His control, the iron facade he always wore, had completely shattered.“Everywhere I go.” He continued, running a shaky hand through his hair, his eyes squeezed shut for a fleeting moment, “Everything I do, I see you. I see your face, your smile, the look in your eyes when you look at me like, like you did just now.”He opened his eyes, and they were filled with a raw, agonizing misery that was difficult to witness.“I feel like I’m going to die.” He admitted, his voice barely a whisper, thick with self-contempt, “I came up with excuses to find you since that night. I don't physically show up to see you because I thought you would be scared of me. I know I shouldn't find you. I shouldn’t. I have a fiancée waiting outside, and all I can think about is dragging you somewhere we can’t be seen and…” He trailed off, gesturing vaguely with his hand, unable to finish the thought.“Then why?” I whispered, the

Alaric's Pov "I dealt with it already." I said, my jaw tightening as I thought of the arrangements, "I actually managed to get in contact with someone on the board, before Isabelle took over completely. It would be quite some time before I take back control since it's hard for me to remember anything but it's only a matter of time.” I paused, checking the lock on the dressing room door again out of habit, then lowered my voice. "They bought me a place. A house. It's under a separate trust and away from Isabelle's reach. I've been planning this after the night Isabelle drugged me.”Rhea’s expression shifted to one of genuine approval, "Smart. That changes everything.""It does.” I confirmed, "And that's why I can do this now. I'm going to officially call off the wedding. Not just break up with her, but call the whole damned thing off. Today."The decision felt like a tremendous weight lifting off my shoulders. I would have chosen to stay with Isabelle in order to get all sorts of inf

Isabelle's POV He didn’t even look at me. That was the first thing that sliced through the panic already choking me. After being locked in that room with her for what felt like an hour, he walked out and acted like I was part of the furniture."We are leaving.” He said, his voice flat, cold, and final. He didn't ask; he commanded.He strode out of the boutique, moving fast. I had to practically run to keep up, clutching my purse and trying to smooth down my dress, tears still stinging my eyes. That awful girl, Rhea, was left standing there for a moment, watching us go, and the tiny, knowing smirk she gave me before turning away felt like a knife twisting in my stomach. She knew something. She had to have said something.I scrambled into the passenger seat of the car just as Alaric got into the driver’s side. The silence in the car was heavy, thick with the smell of expensive leather and the tension that was quickly becoming unbearable. I tried three times to start a conversation."Al

Isabelle's Pov This wasn't the confused, often angry, but ultimately vulnerable Alaric I had been managing for months. This wasn't the man whose memory I was controlling.This was him. The old Alaric. The CEO. The man whose control was absolute, whose intelligence was cutting, and whose emotional walls were granite. The man who, before the accident, had always kept me at a corporate arm's length, barely allowing me to touch his sleeves during business meetings because he hated anything that hinted at a personal, non-work relationship.He was back. And he was looking at me like I was a virus he needed to eradicate.“Consider this your final warning, Isabelle. Do not cross me.” Alaric said, before pushing past me and leaving. I could hear the sitting room door shut behind him as he left. I didn't move. I just stood there, in the center of the bedroom, surrounded by the remnants of his packed clothes and the sheer silence he had left behind.The finality in his voice, "Consider this yo