Semua Bab Being Mr CEO's Bride: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Kaelia's POV For hours, we worked. And every time we thought we had definitely reached the end of the trial, we came upon something else. “Look here,” TJ said, pointing to a new name: Riverside Maritime LLC.It was registered under a P.O. box, but there was no physical office. No employees listed. Just a bland, faceless company.And somehow, millions were allocated to it every month. “Whoever set this up was careful,” TJ muttered. “But not careful enough. They got sloppy around 2016. There’s an overlap between Riverside Maritime and Navarro Imports in a customs filing. Same shipping manifest, same paperwork.”Rachelle gasped. “They didn’t even bother hiding it properly?”“They got too comfortable,” TJ said grimly. “That’s the thing with people like this – they think they’re invincible. And that’s when mistakes happen.”Ever since I met William, he had loomed over me like a shadow. But here, in this mess of fake companies and dirty money, I saw him for what he truly was.He was ju

Kaelia's POV With Rachelle's help, I was able to make it to the backroom successfully. Once I was in, I got to searching. I moved a lot of dusty files, searching for documents all the way back to 1990. It took a while before I was able to turn up with something of use. Just as I dusted out the file and flipped, I heard voices outside the door.I ducked quickly as the door was pushed open and two women entered. “I told him it wasn't necessary.” One was saying, “Why would he suggest I transfer all my properties to his name? That's absurd,”A deeper, female voice followed, “That's daylight robbery,”“That's what I said,”I waited till they were gone then I opened the file again. It contained a lot of information, ones that I had not seen on the app yet. Perfect.Pulling down my cap, I got ready to go. But as I stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind me,I bumped into a brick of wall.Or rather, a person's chest. I braced myself for the fall, my eyes shut tight waiting fo

Kaelia’s POVThat morning, I woke up to the sharp vibration of my phone rattling on the nightstand. At first, I thought it was Rachelle trying to reach me about something. I groaned and rolled over and grabbed it. But when I looked at the screen, my stomach tightened. My name flashed on a white banner across my screen – Kaelia Bennett.My name was trending again.Notifications lit up the screen in a flood of mentions, tags, headlines, and endless pings from social media. It was all there – the same recycled photos of me at the Montgomery Grand, screenshots of articles, but now accompanied by newer, crueller edits. It was something about a fire. And as my eyes scanned through the write-up, I realised what it was. It was the fire that Freddy had told me about.Someone had dug up the fire. And that person had successfully tied it all to me like it was somehow my fault. I read through the inputs and tags on reposts.“How do you keep reappearing in the media for all the bad things,”“

Demitra's Pov I was not expecting anything that morning. I had planned to have a slow day; coffee in the morning, maybe try painting in the afternoon and go out to dinner in the evening. But as I got ready to get her coffee, a knock sounded on my door. When I opened the door, the head maid, Quanasia was standing, staring back at me with a box and an envelope on top. This was not just any envelope, it was thick and decadent. This kind of stationery was only used for the best invitations. “This just came in for you, Miss Demitra,”I nodded, and grabbed it, then shut the door in her face. I looked at ten envelopes. My name – Demitra Pierce – was written across its length in gold cursive.I stared at it for a long moment. This was definitely an invitation. But from who? I didn't know of any parties recently. I tore the letter open carefully and drew out an invitation card.It was a plain black card with the words written in gold. At the top, I saw a crest I recognised well; The M

Demitra's Pov “Oh nothing much,” I replied as I leaned against the counter. My fingers trailed the edge of the sink. “I was in the mood for coffee, and imagine my luck finding you here, dressed like… well…” My eyes raked over her slowly, cruelly. “…like one of the hired help.”Her eyes narrowed in anger but she did not look away. “You didn’t answer me. What do you want?”“What do I want?” I chuckled, tilting my head. “I wanted to see you. To see how far you’ve fallen. And I must say…” I let my gaze linger on Kaelia’s plain black slacks and modest shoes. “…you don’t disappoint. The once untouchable Kaelia, reduced to scrubbing tables and serving lattes.”“I'm the assistant manager. I don't scrub tables or serve lattes,”“Same difference,” Kaelia’s fingers clenched around the hem of her blouse. Her voice came out low, steady, but there was a flicker of hurt in her eyes.“If you’ve come here just to insult me, you can leave. I don’t have time for games.”I pushed off the counter and w