All Chapters of The sweet revenge of a heartless CEO - Clifford Empire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

**GABE’S POV**The part of the Clifford gym I used for training was private. It was just me and the personal trainer. The space was large, with equipment tailored to my daily workouts. Glass walls let me see outside without being seen. While finishing my sets on the Olympic bar, preparing for the plates, I saw her. I froze, stunned. There was no way Olívia was training at the Clifford gym. Wasn’t it enough that I had to deal with her in person—now I was seeing her like a ghost everywhere? I closed my eyes tightly and opened them again. It couldn’t be an illusion… it was her. I’d recognize that perky little ass and those slim, perfect legs from a mile away! And who else would work out with their hair down? My Stick-Figure, no doubt, who never tied her hair, probably because of the scar on her neck. The trainer was still talking when I opened the door and stepped out of the private area, looking for her. Everyone stared, shocked. I *never* (yes, *never*) set foot in the gym’s common

**GABE’S POV**I was practically blind with rage. I grabbed Olívia, threw her over my shoulder, and carried her out, not knowing where I was taking her. All I wanted was to hide her from the world… and hide with her, after the embarrassment she’d put me through. Stick-Figure pointed the way, her chin bouncing against my back as I walked. She didn’t seem fazed by the situation at all. I read “COFFEE ROOM” on the door and opened it to find two women, who jumped in fright when they saw me. “Get out, now!” I shouted, making them vanish in seconds. I set Olívia on the counter next to the coffee machine and glared at her. “I’m going to kill you!” I growled through clenched teeth, savoring each word as if I could truly erase her from my life. She took my hand and placed it on her throat. Her gaze locked onto mine—inviting, provocative, full of intent. “I like it like this…” Her voice was languid, a moan that sent shivers through my entire body. I tightened my grip on her throat, pushi

**OLÍVIA’S POV**I waited for Gabe that night, but he didn’t come. I tried calling, and the number didn’t exist. He’d really changed it, like he said he would. I lay on the living room couch, closing my eyes, remembering our morning sex. My pussy throbbed just thinking about it. It was perfect. Even afterward, when Gabe hired me to work close to him. To me, there was no doubt he was insanely jealous. But whatever happened in his past—something I might never know—kept him from moving forward and giving in to what he felt. Gabe wasn’t kind. On the contrary, he tried to hurt me. Even the way he fucked me was a bit violent and rough, like he wanted to punish me, which I discovered was what turned me on most—something psychology could never explain. Despite everything working against me feeling anything for this man who did almost nothing to please me, I liked Gabe Clifford, my husband. What made me completely surrender to him was his strange, solitary personality, the way he thought t

“We’re not having dinner at your place, Aneliese,” Gabe declared, his tone leaving no room for debate.“Please, Gabe!” I clasped my hands together, practically begging. “I swear I’ll be on my best behavior.”“You don’t even know what that means, Olivia,” he shot back.“Don’t treat your wife like a child, Gabe. She’s not one,” Aneliese scolded him. “I expect you both at my house for dinner at seven.”“We’ll be there, sis!” I chirped, practically bouncing with excitement as I slipped out of the room to give them space to talk shop, or whatever it was they needed to hash out at the company.Gabe hadn’t exactly agreed to the dinner, but even if he bailed, I was going. The invitation was for me too, after all. And I was dying to meet the Clifford family. Was Aneliese single? Probably, since I didn’t recall seeing her with anyone at the wedding.Back at my desk, I double-checked, just to be sure. “Need me to do anything to help?”“Nope!” Ingrid snapped, her face sour as ever.I wasn’t bothe

I was about to suggest a game of tag in that soft, safe room where no one could get hurt, but before I could, Rarith was already tossing Lego pieces onto the floor.“I like building castles,” she declared.“I think I’m pretty good at that,” I said, though I wasn’t entirely sure.I flopped onto my stomach on the rubbery floor and started helping her construct the castle.“Got any dolls to be the princesses?” I asked.“Yup. Tons of dolls.”The door swung open, and Gabe leaned against the frame, watching us.“Wanna play, Uncle Gabe?” Rarith asked.“Come on, Gabe,” I teased, winking. “I’ll build, you snap the pieces together.”Gabe’s cheeks flushed instantly, and it was so darn cute I nearly jumped up, threw myself into his arms, and smothered him with kisses. Of course, my giddiness was partly because my “rival,” Rarith, was a four-year-old. I didn’t care one bit if she inherited all of my husband’s fortune in his will or if his secretary sent her the coolest toys straight to her door.G