บททั้งหมดของ My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Pain shot through me. Sharp and sudden.I jerked. Yelped. Grabbed his shoulders instinctively trying to push him away.But he didn't budge. His grip on my waist tightened. His teeth sank deeper into the soft skin of my neck.The pain mixed with something else. Something hot and wrong and so good I couldn't process it."Ares—" My voice came out breathless. Pleading.For what, I didn't know.He growled against my skin. The vibration sent pleasure straight through me.I whimpered. My fingers digging into his shoulders. Torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.He bit down harder.A sound escaped me that I'd never made before. Half pain, half pure need.My body moved on its own. Trying to get closer. Trying to feel more.I had no choice but to stay still and take what he was giving me.Good girl, I heard in my head. Though he hadn't said it out loud.Finally, after what felt like forever, he released my neck.But he didn't pull away. His tongue dragged over the bite. Slow. D

Morrison's Café was quiet at eight on a Sunday night. I sat in a corner booth with Turner stationed at a nearby table. Close enough to intervene if needed. Far enough to give the illusion of privacy. Alexander walked in ten minutes late. He looked different. Thinner. Tired. His suit was expensive but rumpled. Hair not quite as perfect as usual. He slid into the booth across from me. We stared at each other. "Thanks for coming," he said finally. "You mentioned Lucas. That's the only reason I'm here." "Right. Lucas." He ran a hand through his hair. "I heard about the Blackwood announcement. The whole city heard. You're Vincent Blackwood's daughter. His heir." "Is there a point to this?" "You're rich now. Powerful." He leaned forward. "Everything's changed." "What do you want, Alexander?" "I want to talk about our son." Our son. The words used to mean something. Now they just made me angry. "What about him?" "He's been asking about you." Alexander's voice sof

"I told you. I know everything about you."I hung up.My hand was shaking. Anger mixed with something else I didn't want to name.Ares Mortivane didn't get to call me at work. Didn't get to invade this space too.I set the phone down and turned back to the binder.Four hundred pages stared back at me.I opened it. Started reading.Page one was an overview of current marketing campaigns. Dense paragraphs about target demographics and brand positioning.Page two was worse. Charts showing market penetration rates and conversion metrics.By page five, my eyes were crossing.The terminology made no sense. ROI. CPC. CTR. Alphabet soup pretending to be business strategy.I kept reading anyway.Forced myself through another ten pages before my brain started to shut down.This was impossible. Nobody could absorb this much information overnight.That was the point.Genevieve wanted me to fail. Wanted me to walk into whatever meeting she had planned tomorrow looking stupid and unprepared.I chec

Marcus's words had followed me like vengeful virgin ghosts. Every person I passed seemed to know what had just happened in that boardroom. Their eyes told me everything their mouths wouldn't say.She doesn't belong here.She embarrassed Vincent.She's going to fail.This world really is a brutal place to be in.I sat down at my desk and pressed my fingers against my temples. The exhaustion from last night was catching up to me. Three hours of sleep and a morning of complete humiliation made for a brutal combination.But I couldn't cry. Wouldn't cry.They were all waiting for me to break. Genevieve was probably in her office right now celebrating how easily I'd crumbled in that meeting. Marcus had made it clear he wanted me gone. Even Vincent had looked at me like he was starting to regret his decision.I needed to prove them wrong. Needed to show I could do this.But how could I prove anything when I didn't understand the basics? Naomi did not teach me how to sign contracts or underst

The second takeover board meeting was scheduled for ten AM.I arrived early. Prepared. I'd spent the morning reviewing everything Ares had taught me.The boardroom filled up slowly. Same faces as before. Genevieve. Damien. Marcus. The other executives whose names I'd finally learned.But no Vincent. His chair at the head of the table sat empty."Father had to fly to Singapore," Damien announced. "Emergency with one of our manufacturing plants. He's asked us to proceed without him."Okay… I’m all alone. Left with the wolves.The meeting started. Titan Corp's offer was still on the table. The board needed to finalize their defense strategy."Ms. Blackwood," the older executive whose name was Richard said. "You were quiet last time. Any thoughts on our current position?"This was my chance.I didn't freeze. Didn't panic."Before I answer, what's our current cash reserve position?" I asked calmly.Richard blinked. "Approximately eight billion.""And what percentage of shares would we need