Semua Bab The CEO's ex-wife is Untouchable : Bab 81 - Bab 90

The real video dropped at 12:47 AM.The first one, was only video without any audio so it was dismissed. The public didn't feast on it because they couldn't hear what was being said.By 1:00 AM, it had been shared ten thousand times.By 1:15 AM, it was trending on every social media platform.By 1:30 AM, news outlets were scrambling to verify the footage, calling sources, drafting headlines, preparing to break the story at dawn.By 2:00 AM, the world knew.BREAKING NEWS: Socialite Selene Vale Allegedly Conspired to Poison Odette Industries HeirEXCLUSIVE: Video Evidence Shows Vale Meeting with Missing Maxwell GlutenSCANDAL: Audio Reveals Plot to Harm Marcelline OdetteThe footage was grainy but clear enough.A restaurant. Upscale but not extravagant. The kind of place where people went to have conversations they didn't want overheard.Two figures sat at a corner table, leaning close.Selene Vale, unmistakable even in the low lighting. Her hair, her posture, the way she gestured with

The guest bedroom was pristine.White sheets. Soft lighting. The faint smell of lavender from the diffuser on the nightstand.Peaceful.Almost serene.Except for the man lying unconscious in the center of the bed.Rowan Adair.Still as death. Chest rising and falling in slow, steady rhythm. His face slack, unguarded in a way Selene had never seen before.Vulnerable.Completely, utterly vulnerable.Selene closed the door behind her softly, the click of the lock echoing through the silent room.She stood there for a moment, back pressed against the wood, staring at him.Her phone buzzed in her pocket.Another notification.Another message about the video.Another person calling her a monster.She silenced it without looking.They already thought she was evil.They already wanted her destroyed.So what difference would one mor

By 8:47 a.m., Marcelline Odette had already lost control of the room.The boardroom on the forty-second floor was built to inspire dominance, floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking a city that looked like scattered diamonds from this height, an imported mahogany table stretching long enough to seat twenty-four men and women who controlled entire industries, recessed lighting angled to eliminate shadows and flatter powerful faces, and a silence so thick it felt like walking into a cathedral.Marcelline stood at the head of the table, hands resting lightly against the polished wood, spine perfectly straight, chin lifted just enough to show she wasn't broken. Her navy blazer was immaculately tailored, custom, sharp lines that made her look taller than she was. Her hair was swept back into a low bun, and despite everything that was going on she still looked like a princess. But inside, her chest felt like someone had wrapped iron bands around her ribs and was tightening them slowly, methodic

The collapse did not come loudly. It arrived in whispers. In coded emails sent at dawn, subject lines innocuous but contents incendiary. In hushed conversations behind frosted glass walls, voices dropping to murmurs whenever someone passed. In board members requesting private meetings with legal counsel, their assistants suddenly blocking out entire afternoons. In law firms doubling their teams overnight, junior associates pulled from other cases, partners flying in from international offices. It arrived in silence. And it terrified everyone. Marcelline stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of her office, arms folded tightly across her chest, watching the city stir awake far below. Life did not pause for corporate warfare. Yet inside her chest, everything felt suspended. Frozen. Like standing at the edge of a cliff, wind howling, knowing the next step would either be solid ground or empty air. Her phone vibrated for the fourth time in ten minutes. She didn't look at it. Coul

Marcelline stood at the head of the conference table, her fingers resting lightly on the glass surface.The Odette Empire boardroom was tense as always, few of the executives thought it was right to just randomly batch into the company without any particular reason. Guess they are just too eager to see my downfall, Marcelline thought.One of her assistants, Livia, stood beside the screen with a tablet.“The message just came in five minutes ago,” Livia said.Marcelline didn’t look up.“From who?”Livia hesitated.“Maison Virelle.”That made several people in the room shift.Maison Virelle.The French luxury conglomerate that had been one of Odette’s biggest European partners for nearly two decades.And the same company rumored to be withdrawing.Marcelline finally looked up.“They were preparing an exit,” she said.“Yes.”“And now?”