All Chapters of The sweet revenge of a heartless CEO - Clifford Empire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

**OLÍVIA’S POV**That morning, I woke early to catch Gabe before he left. Getting him to spend the night at home was a victory, since he rarely showed up. I knew it was because of the kiss in the pool—if you could even call it a kiss, lasting just seconds, enough to feel his warm tongue before he pulled away. I barely slept, my mind racing with everything I wanted to do with Gabe after he touched me in the pool. I dreamed of crème brûlée on his lips, how good it would taste to savor him there. Why did this man affect me so much? Was it those icy blue eyes? Or the arrogant way he treated me, making me want to show him the kindness and love inside me? The truth is, every revenge has a wound behind it—something that hurt deeply, scarred, broke. If Gabe would just let me see his side, I could comfort him if he was justified! Did Rarith give him solace? Did she ease his pain, help him forget the cruelty to live healthily, like a normal person? Or did she egg him on to torment me more t

**OLÍVIA’S POV**I turned my back and came face-to-face with Rose. I walked past her, pretending not to see her. I didn’t owe her explanations about my life, especially now that I no longer lived in her house. If I wanted updates on my father, I’d ask the hospital directly. “Are you just going to turn your back and leave us here?” she asked. “What do you want me to do?” I faced her. “We need money. This hospital is awful.” “Dad seems to be getting good care. What more equipment could they possibly put on him that isn’t already here?” My voice cracked. “We barely have money to pay for this dump, Olívia! You need to arrange a decent place for your father.” “I… I’ll try.” “You can’t just *try*. You need to *do*.” “How did you find out what happened?” “They called me from the hospital. When I got here, he was already like this.” “How do you know he was beaten?” “He was rescued after being brutally attacked by several men. They kicked him, punched him… his right ankle is broken.

**GABE’S POV**I wanted Ernest Abertton dead more than anything. But apparently, others shared that desire and acted while I made threats without taking a single step to follow through. I decided not to go to the Clifford mansion that night. It had been a chaotic day with Olívia, and I didn’t want to be tempted to comfort her in any way. I needed to stay away from that woman. Stick-Figure made me feel vulnerable, weak, and I couldn’t afford to ruin everything because my dick didn’t respect my mind. I went home and downed two glasses of whiskey before bed. My mind spun endlessly, and I needed rest for an important business meeting the next day. Jorel had been kicked out of the Four Seasons in New York and still hadn’t returned to Noriah Norte. For some reason, that calmed me. I’d never wanted him farther away than now. Let him stay in the U.S. forever. I was already in bed when Rael called. “Hey, Rael. Something up? I’ll say upfront, if you’re looking to go out, I’m not in the mo

**GABE’S POV**No, I wouldn’t let myself get caught up in her traumatic past. My only interest in learning what happened to Olívia before she was ten was to use it to my advantage, to uncover her weaknesses. So far, the only thing that seemed to affect her was her father. “You’re still young, Olívia! You don’t need to decide what to do with your life now,” I said, changing the subject immediately. “Of course I do. I have to survive and make money.” She was right about that—I gave her nothing beyond what was provided at the mansion. “How did you pay for college?” I asked, remembering I hadn’t given her money to cover the overdue tuition. “Like I said, I’d find a way!” She winked. I instantly recalled her on the phone, asking someone who she needed to sleep with to clear her college debts. My blood boiled, and I stood, leaving her startled, her body slumping slightly without my shoulder to lean on. “Who did you sleep with?” I grabbed her chin, squeezing hard, making her lips purs

**OLÍVIA’S POV**Oh, how good it felt to have money! Why hadn’t I thought of hiring male escorts to dance and pamper me sooner? Damn, all the time I wasted buying dresses when all I needed was a hot guy dressed as a cowboy, a ripped one in a firefighter uniform, and a muscular one posing as an Indian. Would it be too cliché to ask them to dance to “YMCA”? I was upset that day. So I decided to eat gummy candies, crème brûlée, and watch gorgeous men who could fuck me with a snap of their fingers. I sighed when the “Indian” turned his back, noticing he had nothing under the loincloth. For the first time, I felt a blush creep up my face, wondering if he got hard, would the loincloth lift? I lay face-down on my bed, popping another gummy in my mouth while those chiseled abs moved in front of me like an invitation. “Dance with your backs to me longer, please!” I requested, stuffing my mouth with hand-picked red gummies, eyeing their perky butts. The best part of paying is they did exa