All Chapters of The sweet revenge of a heartless CEO - Clifford Empire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

*Gabe’s POV* No matter how much I loved Olivia, I couldn’t forgive the pain her father caused me. Ten years of planning a slow, painful revenge weren’t something I could throw away for a woman who’d been in my life for less than four months. But she wasn’t just *a* woman. She was Olivia, *my* woman. I had no doubts about my feelings for her. Still, as strong as they were, I couldn’t let go of everything. I hated Ernest Abertton as intensely as I loved his daughter. While I searched for an answer that wouldn’t satisfy her, Olivia stood up. She looked at me with a sad smile. “I knew you wouldn’t back down.” “Understand my side, Pumpkin.” “It’s hard, Gabe. Especially since you never understood mine… or my father’s… or the people who had nothing to do with this.” She turned and walked away. Of course, I wouldn’t let her go back to the house alone. I still had two days to make her accept me again. Because, no matter how pissed Olivia was about the situation, she had no real choice—if

*Olivia’s POV* As Jorel sped along in the powerful machine he called a car, I stayed silent. No matter how much Gabe deserved this, it hurt—because I loved him. Whenever he suffered, I suffered too. From the start, I knew his birthday celebration wouldn’t go well, that Gabe had ulterior motives. But I didn’t expect them to involve my sister Rita, who came from so far because I asked, so we could reunite after all this time. How long had Gabe been stalking my family? Was it really just because my father owned the Abertton Consortium where the accident happened that he wanted revenge? To me, that wasn’t enough to justify such rage. At least Gabe opened up and told me the truth—something I didn’t think would happen for at least five years. And what made him spill everything? Feelings? Yes, he’d admitted he liked me. But if Gabe only knew the depth of what I felt for him! Liking wasn’t enough. I’d give up everything for him if he said it was love, that he was as crazy, confused, and

*Gabe’s POV* I was at home, phone in hand, unsure whether to text Olivia or not. But I knew sooner or later I’d have to, to ask what she planned to do. Plus, I’d left my watch in her room last night, and I needed it back. She’d sold it once before, and I wasn’t sure if she had any reason not to do it again. Deciding to ask if she was home, I went to type her name and accidentally opened a webpage, feeling the world collapse around me. The first headline I saw was: “Jorel Clifford and Companion in Ferrari Crash.” I shot up, dazed, my legs trembling, and immediately called… Ingrid. It hit me that I didn’t have contact info for anyone in Olivia’s family. If she and my brother were in the hospital and unable to answer, I had no way to reach anyone except through my secretary. As I sped to the hospital, driving my own car at such a reckless pace I feared I’d soon crash and join them, I remembered Rael might have information. But I didn’t dare call him. That son of a bitch had betrayed

*Gabe’s POV* I tried to argue, but there was no way around it: I had to take Jorel into my house. It wasn’t just exhaustion that defeated me; I also wanted to get out of there as fast as possible to check on Olivia. Surely, Olivia would want to stay at her parents’ house and end the marriage after everything that happened. And though I’d thought of countless ways to convince her not to leave me, none seemed good enough. So I decided I’d figure something out in the moment… even if it meant resorting to some damn new blackmail. While I hadn’t convinced her, Jorel could stay at the Clifford mansion. I’d hire someone to look after him. After spending all that time with Jorel, I left, and Ernest still hadn’t come out of Olivia’s room. When he finally returned to the waiting area, he said, “She… is waiting for you.” Waiting? That single word made my heart race. Pumpkin wanted to see me? I went straight to her room. When I arrived, I found my wife lying in a bed with the headboard rais

*Olivia’s POV* It was obvious I shouldn’t go to the Clifford mansion after everything Gabe did at the lake house. But I had plans. And for them to come to fruition, I needed patience. I didn’t expect Gabe to take Jorel in as well. And of course, despite my minor scrapes, I was capable of looking after the youngest Clifford, since Gabe surely wouldn’t stay there with us. The drive to the Clifford mansion was dead silent, the three of us so quiet you could’ve heard a mosquito buzzing in Gabe’s bright green car. Gabe helped Jorel out of the car, and a maid was already bringing a wheelchair to make moving him easier. As we entered the house, I saw the stairs and looked at Gabe. “We have a problem, Houston.” “There are two bedrooms on the ground floor, in the back, west side.” I didn’t doubt it, since I’d lived there for months and still hadn’t seen every room in the place. “You could install an elevator,” Jorel suggested seriously to his brother. “Could… but by the time it’s done