All Chapters of Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Ariella’s POVThe boardroom was quiet when I presented the proposal. Damon sat beside me, his expression steady but observant. I spoke of global positioning, scalability, and the need to step beyond national borders.The presentation ended with a silence that stretched too long. Then one of the directors nodded. Another followed. Approval came faster than I expected. Damon said nothing, only signing the final authorization page with deliberate calm.He looked at me when the meeting dispersed. “It’s yours to lead,” he said. I only nodded. I had waited for those words since the first day I walked into Talon’s offices as a name on his staff list.That evening, we reviewed logistics. Marcus handled the finance breakdown, Roe worked on compliance data, and Lyra prepped the outreach timeline. Damon wanted caution. I wanted speed. Our arguments were brief but controlled, the kind where both sides already understood they were on the same team.He leaned back eventually. “You’ve earned the rig

Ariella’s POVWe sat facing each other. Her hands rested on her lap, calm but firm. “I wanted to speak with you, woman to woman,” she said quietly.I nodded. I had expected questions about the company, not what followed. “You’ve endured much,” she began. “And yet, you never once lost your composure. That deserves acknowledgment.”I thanked her but kept my words measured. She studied me closely, her eyes searching for something unspoken. “When Damon first brought you into his world,” she continued, “I doubted your intentions.”Her honesty didn’t sting. “I understand,” I replied. “You were protecting him.” She exhaled softly, the air between us loosening.“I thought you wanted control,” she said. “But now, I see you wanted stability. For him. For everyone.” I stayed silent. The truth didn’t need defense.She leaned back. “You’ve done what few could,” she said. “You brought him back, not just to health, but to himself.” Her words landed heavier than praise.I told her it was never about

Ariella’s POVThe meeting began on time. Every delegate was seated. Their eyes were fixed on the presentation screen. I stood at the head of the table, outline memorized, strategy sharpened.The air carried expectation. Weeks of preparation had led to this single morning. Damon watched remotely, trusting me to close what we had built.I started with figures. Talon’s growth curve, the projected expansion model, and the risk control measures. The data was tight, the message simple, Talon was stable and ascending.One of the partner board members questioned operational sustainability. I explained the phased deployment system, referencing our last quarter’s audit. The silence afterward was an agreement in itself.A rival representative attempted to stir doubt. I shifted the slide, highlighting comparative performance margins. The numbers spoke without persuasion.Every objection came structured; every answer was delivered faster. I could feel their resistance fading, replaced by reluctant

Ariella’s POVThe weekly reports arrived before dawn. I scanned through the summaries, marking minor irregularities. Figures didn’t match projections, but the differences were small enough to pass unnoticed.I traced the adjustments through procurement. Two invoices are repeated under different codes. That was deliberate, not an error. I sent a brief note to internal audit and waited for verification.Damon was away, handling investor meetings. He called once. “Everything stable?” he asked. “Mostly,” I said. He trusted that word more than a full explanation.By midmorning, the audit team replied. “Duplicate authorization confirmed. Source unclear.” I didn’t ask them to dig deeper immediately. I preferred to see who would flinch first.During the operations meeting, one director avoided eye contact. His name was Kellan. He’d joined under Isabella’s era and stayed quiet since. His department handled vendor routing. I asked for clarification on supply changes. He hesitated before answeri

Ariella’s POVThe announcement came two weeks after the final board session. The invitations were sent to investors, journalists, and foreign partners. Damon said it was time for Talon to stand in full light again.I handled the logistics. The presentations, the statements, the investor summaries. Damon focused on delivery while I ensured every number and clause aligned. We worked in silence that week, smooth, efficient, no conflict.At the venue, the atmosphere was precise. Cameras, recorders, steady lights. Damon began with calm authority, outlining Talon’s recovery process, expansion strategy, and new partnerships. I watched from the side, reading reactions more than words.He said, “Resilience is built from structure, not impulse.” It was his way of acknowledging the system we’d rebuilt together. Every executive on stage nodded. Every investor seemed convinced.When the session ended, reporters asked for side interviews. Damon pointed toward me once. “She’s the one who ensured con