All Chapters of Ruin Me Mr CEO: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Zayden “You never underestimate your enemies,” I said quietly, the words tasting bitter.Linda nodded. “Exactly. He twisted just enough truth to make it look credible. The offshore transfers, the valuation adjustments—those were part of the contingency we built in case he tried something. But he’s spun them like deliberate fraud.”Rielle’s hand tightened around mine. She looked from Linda to me, voice small but steady. “What do we do?”I met her eyes first. “We fight back. Quietly. Cleanly.”Then to Linda: “Pull everything…every email chain, every approval log, every audit trail from the last eighteen months. I want it organized by tonight.”“Already started,” Linda said. “Legal’s on standby. PR draft is in your inbox.”I exhaled slowly. Wrong person Dante. Wrong move too.We headed straight to my office, the three of us moving like a single unit down the hallway. The air felt thick, charged with the kind of tension that comes right before a storm breaks. Rielle stayed close to my si

Rielle;I walked past Linda in the hallway, her heels clicking sharp against the marble like an accusation. Her eyes were red-rimmed, tears barely held back, and she stopped dead when she saw me. For a long moment, she just stared like I was the villain in her story, the one who’d stolen something irreplaceable from her.I opened my mouth to ask if she was okay, but she turned away before I could, shoulders stiff, disappearing around the corner without a word.The attitude stung, but I ignored it. Pushed it down. I wasn’t here for her drama. I’d forgotten my phone in Zayden’s office earlier, and that’s all I cared about right now.I slipped inside quietly, the door whispering shut behind me.Zayden was at his desk, staring at nothing lost in thought, elbows on the surface, hands steepled under his chin. He didn’t even notice me at first. The room felt heavier than usual, the air thick with whatever storm had just passed through.“Hey… is everything alright?” I asked, voice soft, conce

Rielle:I was heading back to Zayden’s office with the updated investor packet he’d asked for…nothing urgent, just another task that had pulled me away for the last hour when I heard their voices through the cracked door.Low. Intense.Linda’s first.“…the access logs don’t lie. Someone with full clearance pulled the originals the night before Dante went public. That narrows it down to a handful of people. And only one of them showed up right when he did.”Zayden’s voice, quieter. “We’re not doing this again.”“We have to. You can’t keep pretending—”I pushed the door open.They both went silent instantly.Zayden was leaning against his desk, arms crossed tight. Linda stood a few feet away, tablet in hand, mid-gesture. The air felt thick, like I’d walked into the middle of a storm that had just been paused.Their eyes turned to me.I felt the awkwardness hit like a wall.“Hey,” I said, forcing a small smile, holding up the packet. “Got the reports you needed.”Zayden straightened imme

Zayden:The moment Rielle walked in, everything slowed.I saw it register on her face…the sudden silence, the way Linda and I had been standing too close, voices low, arguing the same damn point for the tenth time. She felt the weight of it before a word was spoken.Then Linda said it.Out loud.That there was an intruder. Someone close. Working with Dante.Rielle nodded at first…processing, understanding the caution. I thought maybe we could still contain it, explain it away as general paranoia.But then her eyes changed.The realization hit her like a wave.She looked at me.“And you suspect me?”My “No” came out instant, desperate, overlapping with Linda’s calm, certain “Yes.”The sound of those two words colliding my denial crashing against Linda’s affirmation—felt like glass shattering inside my chest.She was right to ask why her. Why only her.And when she turned it back on Linda…pointing out that Linda had the same access, the same closeness, years more of it…something in me c

RielleI stood in front of my mirror, staring at the girl looking back at me with puffy eyes from too many sleepless nights, hair thrown into a messy ponytail that screamed “I give up,” and an oversized hoodie that swallowed me whole. I looked like a ghost of myself, the kind that haunts old photos where you remember being happy. “Get it together,” I muttered, wiping a smudge of yesterday’s mascara from my cheek. It had been days since that blow-up in Zayden’s office, days of hiding out like some wounded animal, replaying every word until my head throbbed. The doubt in his eyes, Linda’s smug little victory smile…it all twisted in my gut like a knife I couldn’t pull out.But today? Today I was done wallowing. Elsie was in town, just for a quick stop before jetting off to London to spend the holidays with her boyfriend. “Girl’s night out,” she had texted, with a string of heart emojis. “We need wine, trash talk, and zero boys allowed.” I needed that. Needed my best friend to laugh me ou