All Chapters of Arrogant CEO: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Sara’s POV Zack’s eyes filled with a pain that mirrored my own, his hands trembling as he stepped back, shaking his head. I could see him fighting it, fighting the truth. It was too much, too fast. I didn’t blame him. “He… he can’t be that man,” Zack whispered, as though saying it softly would change the reality. “He’s my father, Sara. Even if he was not there for me, through everything. He’s not a murderer. He wouldn’t do something like that.” My heart shattered at the sight of him—his world crashing down around him the way mine had few years ago. I knew this feeling all too well. The betrayal, the disbelief, the sickening realization that the person you thought you knew, the person you loved, wasn’t who they seemed. But this wasn’t about me anymore. This was about Zack. I took a step toward him, my hand reaching out, but he moved away, as if the truth was something he could distance himself from. “Zack, I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to find out. But I had to know. For

Sara’s POV My blood boiled at his response. How could he say that, after everything? After all the pain, the grief, the years I spent hating him for what he had done? I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I stepped forward, my voice shaking with anger. “Then explain it to me,” I snapped, my fists clenched at my sides. “You killed my parents, Richard. You took everything from me. Why?” Richard’s eyes darkened as he met my gaze. “I didn’t kill your parents, Sara,” he said quietly. “I may be guilty of many things, but that isn’t one of them.” My breath caught in my throat. “What do you mean? Don’t lie to me. Jude said you did and you said so yourself—” “Jude lied,” Richard cut me off, his voice growing sharper. “He manipulated you. He wanted you to believe that I was responsible. He had a lot to gain by pointing the blame at me.” Zack shifted beside me, his hand gripping mine tightly as Richard’s words sank in. “What are you talking about?” Zack asked, his voice barely above a wh

Sara’s POV The soft rise and fall of Zack’s breathing next to me was the only sound in the room. I lay there, listening to it, my head resting on his chest. His warmth was a comfort I hadn’t realized I needed until now. My mind should have been racing with thoughts of Jude, Richard, and the twisted truth we had uncovered, but right now, I was exhausted—emotionally and physically. The fight had drained me. Zack stirred beside me, his hand gently running up and down my arm in soothing strokes. “You okay?” he asked quietly, his voice rough from sleep. “I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “There’s just so much… but being here with you, it helps. It makes it easier to breathe.” He kissed the top of my head, his lips lingering for a moment. “We’ll figure it out, Sara. Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together.” I wanted to believe him, to hold onto the certainty in his voice. But part of me knew the hardest part was still ahead. Going to the police, facing the fallout of Jude’

Sara’s POV Zack took another sharp turn, sending the car skidding slightly as he pushed the gas pedal harder. The tires screeched against the pavement, and I gripped the seat, trying to steady myself. “They’re not backing off!” I cried, panic surging through me. Zack’s eyes flicked between the rearview mirror and the road ahead. “Hold on, I’m going to try something.” Without warning, he veered off the main road and onto a narrow alleyway, the car jolting as we sped through the tight space. The buildings on either side closed in, and for a moment, I held my breath, hoping the other car wouldn’t be able to follow us. But they did. The sound of tires screeching behind us told me that whoever was chasing us wasn’t giving up. “Zack, what if—” My words were cut off by a loud bang. I gasped as the car lurched forward, the impact of something hitting us from behind sending a wave of terror through me. “They’re trying to run us off the road!” Zack shouted, his knuckles white as

Sara’s POV Zack and I hurried out of the hotel, a storm of thoughts and fear swirling between us. The streets felt colder, sharper than before, and the air itself seemed to hum with a new kind of danger. Every step we took away from the hotel felt like a step closer to the unknown, and it was terrifying. Zack kept looking over his shoulder as we reached the car, his hands gripping the keys tightly. “We have to stay a few steps ahead of them. Whoever they are, they won’t stop until we’re silenced.” I climbed into the passenger seat, my heart still racing from Aaron’s call. Richard’s money laundering scheme, Jude’s involvement—it all started to form a web of deceit and lies that spanned far longer than I could’ve ever imagined. This wasn’t just about my parents’ death anymore. It was something much bigger, and much darker. Zack started the car, pulling out onto the quiet street. The night stretched out before us like a threat. “We can’t keep moving from place to place,” he sai