All Chapters of The sweet revenge of a heartless CEO - Clifford Empire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

GABE’S POVA knock echoed at the door, and Jorel strolled in. My brother was the only person on the planet who dared enter my office without knocking first, as if his presence was so significant it required no formalities.“I got your message,” he said, slumping into the chair across from me and snatching a pen off my desk. “How much did you shell out for this thing?”“Less than you spend on your escorts,” I replied, barely glancing up from my computer screen.“I don’t mess with escorts,” he shot back with a mocking chuckle. “I’m in high enough demand to not need to pay for satisfaction, unlike some people.”I minimized the critical project I was working on and fixed my eyes on him. “I don’t recall giving you permission to even think about what I do or don’t do,” I said, my tone sharp and clear.“When you raise your eyebrow like that, you look like an old man,” he teased, undeterred.I took a deep breath, reminding myself that Jorel was an idiot—but a useful one, especially now. “At t

OLIVIA’S POVI raced down the stairs after Isa, who’d decided to torment me with tickles after I spotted “Isa and Marcelo” scribbled in her notebook in her handwriting. She giggled and dodged with her usual agility, weaving around rugs as I leaped over steps. That’s how we tumbled into the dining room.Rose shot us a look of disapproval. I kissed my father on the cheek and slid into my seat at the table, facing Isabelle.“How was your day, Dad?” I asked as my plate was set before me: fish with legumes.My eyes drifted to the shrimp pasta—the main course for everyone else—and my mouth watered.“Behave, and I might sneak you a shrimp later,” Isabelle teased, grabbing one with her fingers and waving it at me, laughing.I made a face at her, licking my lips at the sight of the shrimp. “That’s not fair, you little pest. I’m stuck with this bland fish while you get a giant shrimp.”“Not fair?” Rose let out a cruel laugh. “You should be grateful you even get a special plate. As far as I’m co

GABE’S POVAs I entered the restaurant, people flocked toward me, practically ready to kiss the ground I walked on. There was only one thing I hated more than Ernest Abertton: sycophants.I headed straight for the second floor, where I’d reserved the entire space for this so-called family dinner—Ernest’s family, of course. I had no family, nor did I want anything tying me to what some called family: people sharing the same blood, clinging to emotional bonds because they were too weak to stand alone.When I reached the table, I saw Ernest Abertton in the flesh for the first time. I took a deep breath, fighting the urge to beat him senseless. I didn’t need to pretend I hadn’t had chances to break him in half and scatter his remains across the globe. But for a decade, I’d crafted a revenge designed to make him suffer until he ended his own life, unable to bear the pain. With patience and precision, I’d waited until I found his weakness: Olivia, his illegitimate daughter.I glanced at his

OLIVIA’S POVI woke to voices echoing inside and outside the house. Stretching, I wondered what was going on. Surely, Dad had struck a deal with Mr. Clifford last night, and this commotion was related to that.I headed to the bathroom and turned on the shower, but no water came out. How could we be out of water?With all the noise, the housekeeper wouldn’t hear me even if I shouted right next to her. I threw on a robe, opened my bedroom door, and saw uniformed men hauling furniture out of our house, carrying it down the stairs. Some items were being lowered by ropes from the mezzanine.Isabelle was climbing the stairs to her room, holding a mug, dressed in her school uniform.“Morning, coconut,” I said. “No school today?”“Nope,” she replied, brushing past me toward her room. “Same reason you didn’t shower.”“No school because there’s no water?” I asked, confused.“Because we’re running out of furniture,” she said with a mocking laugh, pausing at her door to make a face. “Haven’t you

GABE’S POVWhat kind of woman wears an orange dress to an event like this? I’d seen some dare to wear dark green, almost black, but orange? Never in my life had I seen a woman in an orange dress, especially one like hers: loose, with long, colorful sleeves and ruffles at the hem. And the shoes? Yes, ladies and gentlemen, she wore knee-high, glittering blue boots, the sliver of leg between the dress and boots revealing she hadn’t seen the sun in ages.The wallflower wasn’t as bland, odorless, and insignificant as I’d thought. She was a carnival-ready wallflower. She was trying to catch Jorel’s eye, her dark brown hair cascading in waves over her shoulders, covering part of her chest, hiding her breasts like they were locked away in a vault. Chance of seeing anything before the wedding? Zero.And why the hell was Jorel making her laugh? Sure, in that useless idiot’s mind, he’d sleep with her, have his fun, and move on to others. But… what if he fell for Wallflower Stick? Because Wallflo