Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha CEO Desired Me After Divorce: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Evangeline POV I have two pieces of news for myself today, one good, one devastating. The good news: I’ve been promoted to the position of Managing Director after three grueling years of breaking my back for a company that barely knew my name when I started. The bad news: according to my doctor, my life force is draining faster than it should. The cancer, primary cardiac angiosarcoma, they call it—has burrowed so deep into my heart that they are giving me only about a year to live, if I’m lucky. I stared at my phone screen as if by glaring hard enough, I could somehow will the email to disappear or change into something else. My fingers trembled slightly around the device, the hospital's sterile scent filling my nostrils. The cheerful chime that had accompanied the promotion email a few minutes ago still rang in my ears, cruelly mocking me. "Mrs. Hart?" I blinked and turned my head slowly toward the door, where Dr. Lawson, my cardiologist, stood, holding a clipboard against

Evangeline POV I didn’t know how I made it up the stairs. I barely felt my feet moving. Everything around me was just a blur of walls and furniture, my vision tunneled by the furious pounding of my heart. I shoved open our bedroom door and lunged for the closet. My hands were trembling so hard I could barely pull down the suitcase from the top shelf. It crashed onto the floor with a loud thud. I didn’t care. I dropped to my knees and yanked open drawers, grabbing whatever clothes I could, stuffing them into the suitcase without folding, without thinking. My fingers burned, my throat was raw from holding back the scream clawing its way up. How could he? How could he do this to me? The bedroom door slammed open behind me. "Evangeline!" Nathan's voice roared through the room. I didn’t turn. I didn’t stop packing. I heard him cross the room in two angry strides. I barely had time to react before he grabbed my wrist and yanked me back hard. "Where the hell do you

Evangeline POV My hands trembled as I stood before him, the weight of his words pressing down on me. The boardroom's silence was deafening, each pair of eyes avoiding mine, their pity palpable. I clenched my fists, trying to steady myself, but the humiliation was overwhelming. He looked at me, his gaze cold and unyielding. "Lateness is not tolerated," he said. "It's an act that hinders the growth of this company. What made you late?" He asked, his voice devoid of inflection, devoid of humanity "Personal matters," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. He stared at me. Silent. Like he was waiting for me to realize how irrelevant that excuse was. I felt microscopic under that gaze and then he nodded once slow, detached. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in as I felt the weight of everyone's eyes. I had faced so much, my husband's betrayal, the pain of separation from my son, but this moment, this public shaming, cut deeper than I could have imagined. The new CEO

Damien POV She left the room with her head held high, but I saw it, the war in her eyes. The defiance clashing with uncertainty. It was like watching a flame dare the wind to snuff it out. And gods, did I want to be the storm that tested her. The door slammed shut behind her, the sharp click echoing through the empty boardroom. I sat alone at the table, staring at the space she had just, vacated. The scent of her still lingered in the air, warm, maddeningly sweet, threaded with rage and something wild. My fingers curled against the glass table, and I exhaled slowly. What the hell was that? Evangeline Hart. The name tasted bitter on my tongue. She had stood up to me, challenged me with a fire most people wouldn’t even think to hide, let alone unleash. It was reckless. Insane. Unprofessional and yet.... My jaw ticked. I’d been CEO less than twenty-four hours, and she was already under my skin. She didn’t flinch. Not once. Not when I iced her in front of everyone. Not when

Evangeline – POV The air in the restaurant turned suffocating for me. My breath stuttered in my chest, and I could feel every beat of my heart like a drum inside my ears. My fingers twitched on the table as my son’s innocent voice echoed so loud, so cruel without knowing. “…a little sister soon!” The words felt like acid in my veins. Lora’s face flushed red instantly. She fumbled with the napkin on her lap, not meeting my eyes. Nathan froze, his mouth parted like a man caught mid-lie. His eyes darted between his son, his Lora, and me. I could see the panic setting in behind them. A little sister. So, it was real after all. I stared at them, my ex-husband and the woman I had pulled off the streets like a dying bird. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs turned into cold steel. I stood up so suddenly my chair screeched back against the floor. Noah’s big eyes looked up at me with confusion, the remnants of his joy still on his face. It broke me more than anything else could have. “I’