Semua Bab The sweet revenge of a heartless CEO - Clifford Empire: Bab 11 - Bab 20

OLÍVIA’S POV@isabelle_ Someone’s tying the knot today! @rita_ What’s with all the “a”s and “r”s? @isabelle_ It means this is gonna be epic! @olívia_ Bankruptcy be damned, I’m getting my princess day, lol! @rita_ Did you check the news this morning? Been online? @isabelle_ What’s online? @olívia_ Nothing you need to see, @isabelle. @rita_ You sure it’s worth the sacrifice? @olívia_ Got a better idea? @isabelle_ I’ll take your place! Here’s an idea! Who wouldn’t want to marry Jorel Clifford? @rita, if you thought the older brother was hot, you haven’t seen the younger one. @olívia_ Honestly, I’m not even sure which one’s hotter anymore. @rita_ Wait, what? You’re falling for the heartless Clifford CEO’s charm too? @isabelle_ He’s a monster. Treated @olívia like she was trash in his own house. @olívia_ Honestly, that doesn’t even faze me. @rita_ I’ll never get how you can be so sweet, so kind, and still have ice in your veins! @isabelle_ She’s a block of ice… on fire, lol!

GABE’S POVI froze at the door, uncertain for the first time in my life. For ten years, I’d meticulously planned the perfect revenge against Ernest Abertton. I’d traced every detail of his life, day by day, until I pinpointed his weakness: Olívia, his middle daughter, the bastard child who came into his world at ten years old.I’d never stoop to marrying an Abertton myself, so Jorel was my best bet. My brother was the kind of guy who cared about nothing but himself. He’d make Ernest’s precious daughter suffer—the one thing Ernest cherished most. I never imagined Jorel could live without booze, women, and drugs. And to top it off, I discovered he was hooked on gambling. A perfect storm of flaws, tailor-made for “daddy’s little girl.” Best of all, despite being a Clifford by name, Jorel was worthless. He only made headlines because he was my brother, tied to me.Pairing a broke Abertton with a disgraced Clifford would barely raise an eyebrow in the press. That’s why I had my secretary,

“Finish this, Father! Now!” Gabe barked. “Do you wish to call it off, Mr. Clifford?” the priest asked. “There’s still time!” “No, damn it!” Gabe shot a glare at my father. “Marry us already!” How far was Gabe willing to go to hurt my dad? What had happened that was so bad? How long would it take me to figure it out and fix everything? As the priest droned on with words that felt like background noise, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my gorgeous husband. I’d always had a thing for beautiful things—hot guys included. I’d never seen Gabe Clifford in a single photo online. I knew he was the CEO of the world’s biggest pharmaceutical company, but I pictured CEOs as old, ugly, and bald. Not this relatively young, intriguing man. “The rings…” The magic word—*rings*—snapped me back to reality. A tall, slender brunette, probably in her late 20s, stepped forward with a velvet pouch. Gabe snatched two plain, thin gold bands from it, grabbed my hand without asking, and slid one onto my rin

I woke up slowly, taking a moment to register where I was. Oh, right—I’d married Gabe Clifford, a gorgeous man with the most stunning blue eyes I’d ever seen. And on our wedding night, he’d bolted, leaving me to dream about the passionate night that never happened. I glanced to the side and spotted the framed photo of Jorel Clifford and me, smiling happily on a cruise. “It could’ve been us, couldn’t it, younger Clifford brother?” I murmured, tracing his face with its dazzling smile. “I bet we would’ve hit it off. I promise I’ll try not to hate your brother. I swore to myself I’d never wish harm on anyone after escaping hell. And God heard me—He brought me to my father’s house. I can’t break that vow.” I stretched, my eyes catching the ring on my finger. I slipped it off, squinting to read the inscription inside. Just to be sure, I popped in my contacts and confirmed it was Gabe I’d married, but the ring bore his brother’s name. Weird. But if my husband didn’t care, why should I? M

“No new clauses will be added to this agreement, Olívia,” I stated firmly, eager to see the disappointment on her face. “I’ll file for divorce,” she shot back, staring me down fearlessly, as if I were just any ordinary guy. “Do that, and I’ll destroy your family. I’ll take the house, the furniture, and make sure no one in North Noriah gives you a roof to sleep under.” “We’ll leave the country.” “I’ll follow you to hell.” “Don’t you have anything better to do than try to screw over my family?” “Oh, I do! But screwing with Ernest Abertton is my favorite hobby.” I couldn’t hold back a smug grin, noticing no trace of emotion in her eyes. “When does the contract end?” she asked the lawyer. He opened his mouth, but I cut him off before he could speak. “It’s a lifetime contract, Stick-Figure! It ends when one of us dies!” I savored the words like they were a gourmet dish from a world-class chef. “That’s not very fair, since you’ll get 20 years of freedom while I’m stuck with you fo