All Chapters of Ruin Me Mr CEO: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Zayden:The day the truth finally broke felt like the longest of my life.I hadn’t slept in forty-eight hours. My office looked like a war room…whiteboards covered in timelines, access logs printed and highlighted in frantic colors, empty coffee cups stacked like trophies of exhaustion. The forensic team had been in and out for days, quiet professionals who didn’t meet my eyes when they delivered updates.Then Linda walked in at dawn, face pale but composed, holding a single flash drive.“I found it,” she said, voice steady. “The intruder.”She plugged it into my laptop before I could ask how.The screen filled with irrefutable proof: login credentials belonging to Marcus Hale…mid-level IT manager, quiet, unassuming, been with the company seven years. Timestamps showed him accessing the Meridian originals from a remote terminal the night before Dante’s leak went live. Email drafts to an anonymous account Dante controlled. Even a deleted payment trail—small, but enough to buy loyalty.

Rielle:The kiss started soft, almost careful, like we were both afraid the other might break.But the second his lips touched mine, something snapped inside me.All the weeks of missing him, of aching for this exact feeling, came rushing back. His mouth was warm, familiar, desperate moving over mine like he was trying to say everything he couldn’t put into words. I kissed him back just as hard, hands sliding up his chest, fisting in his shirt because I needed to feel him, needed proof that this was real and not another dream I’d wake up from alone.We were still in his office, door closed, the world outside forgotten. Papers scattered on the floor from earlier, the faint scent of coffee lingering in the air, but none of it mattered. Only him. Only us.My mind spun even as my body leaned into him.I’d already made up my mind.I’d accepted Elsie’s offer last night…tears streaming down my face as I packed a small bag. London. Holidays away from all this chaos. A clean break. Drop the re

Rielle:I got home and the apartment felt too quiet, like it was holding its breath with me.I kicked the door shut behind me, dropped my bag on the floor, and just stood there for a second in the dim light from the hallway. My legs carried me to the bedroom on autopilot. I sank onto the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, hands pressed to my face, trying so hard not to cry. The tears were right there, burning behind my eyes, but I swallowed them down, over and over, because if I let them out now I wasn’t sure I’d ever stop.The mattress dipped beside me and I knew it was Elsie before she even spoke.She didn’t say anything at first. Just sat close, her shoulder brushing mine, the familiar scent of her vanilla body spray wrapping around me like a hug she hadn’t given yet.Then I saw it—the white envelope in her hand.My resignation letter.My heart stuttered.I reached for it, fingers numb. “Where did you—”“Nightstand,” she said softly. “I came over to grab that scarf I left last we

Rielle:Driving back to Zayden's place felt like it took forever and no time at all. My hands clutched the wheel so tightly that my knuckles ached. City lights turned into streaks as I sped just enough to feel reckless but not foolish. My mind was a storm. Thoughts crashed into each other, loud and wild. Dante and Linda. Together outside the building. No chance it was a coincidence. Everything fit together like a puzzle I'd stared at too long to see clearly. From the start, she pointed fingers at me. The tears and concern and "I'm just worried about him" act. How Marcus Hale had been offered up on a silver platter - quiet and believable and guilty enough to close the case quickly. How things clicked perfectly once I was out of the way. She knew something we didn’t. No - she knew everything. My gut yelled it: she was behind it all. The leak and the setup and the loyal act with Zayden that left me as the weak link. Anger mixed with cold fear under my skin. If she'd been playing him all

Rielle:I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, legs dangling like a kid’s, gripping the discharge papers so tight the edges crumpled. My head still throbbed if I moved too fast, and every breath tugged at the healing ribs, but the doctors had finally said the words I’d been waiting for: “You’re free to go home.”Home.The word tasted empty.Elsie and Lucas had taken turns explaining everything to me over the last few days slowly, carefully, like I was made of glass. I’d listened, nodding when I was supposed to, asking questions when my voice didn’t shake too much. But inside, it was chaos. A storm I couldn’t quiet.“Zayden and Linda are together now,” Lucas had said, voice flat, eyes on the floor.I’d stared at him, waiting for the punchline that never came.Together.The man I loved…loved so deep it scared me sometimes. Is with her?The same her who’d smiled through tears while accusing me of betrayal. The same her I’d caught whispering with Dante in the dark.I couldn’t breathe for