All Chapters of The sweet revenge of a heartless CEO - Clifford Empire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

*Olivia’s POV*When I woke up that morning, my phone was buzzing with a string of messages: **Unknown Number, 12:34 AM:** You asleep yet? **Unknown Number, 1:29 AM:** You okay? **Unknown Number, 3:03 AM:** Did you take your meds? **Unknown Number, 4:01 AM:** Rarith loved you. Made me happy. **Unknown Number, 4:55 AM:** Don’t forget to set your alarm—you can’t be late. **Unknown Number, 6:00 AM:** Just talked to the new cook. She took a course on low-glycemic smoothies and will start making them for your breakfast. I caught myself smiling as I typed back: **Olivia:** Who am I talking to? **Olivia:** Should I save this number? **Olivia:** Slept through the night. **Olivia:** And I was fine. **Olivia:** My meds are in the morning. **Olivia:** I loved Rarith too. **Olivia:** Whether you’re happy or not, whatever. **Olivia:** Set my alarm before bed. **Olivia:** I talk to the cook every day and even give her tips. **Olivia:** I can handle my own kitchen and know my diet.

*Gabe’s POV*Having a woman stark naked on my desk was never part of the plan. I’d always been laser-focused on the company, treating it with the utmost seriousness, never mixing business with pleasure. But I also never planned to marry the daughter of the man I despised most. Yet there she was, breathtakingly beautiful, achingly fragile, begging for me. And damn it… I couldn’t resist her body, which seemed to ignite every cell in mine, as if we were born in symbiosis, needing to be connected for me to feel alive again. I ran my hand slowly over Olivia’s skin, feeling its softness, its warmth. Her taste was sweet. And dangerous to my sanity and my plans. Pumpkin was my key to destroying my greatest enemy. And, at the same time, the only thing that could destroy *me*. I imagined my life without her. Goddamn, what a dull, empty existence that would be. This woman radiated sex, vitality, light, joy—everything I hadn’t seen in life for years. But I’d felt that with Monica too. Except

*Gabe’s POV*Rita greeted me politely, nothing like the woman who’d come from another country dressed like a hooker to seduce me at the “family dinner” I’d set up when I planned to propose Jorel and Olivia’s marriage. The teenage wannabe breezed past me like I was part of the scenery. Actually, she spared a glance for the scenery but not for me. She waltzed into the house without so much as an invitation, her curious eyes eerily identical to someone I knew all too well. Ernest? Well… the bastard was standing right in front of me, his arm slung over *my* wife’s shoulders. Our eyes locked, and I wasn’t sure I could stomach sharing a roof with this man. It was my chance to test my nerves and resolve. If I could handle this, I could handle anything. But I had a solid plan, crafted over years. The sacrifice would be worth it. Ernest Abertton would leave here knowing his most precious treasure was in a toxic, unconventional mess of a relationship. And among the certainties in my life—and

*Gabe’s POV*“I think this is between Olivia and me,” I said, my voice less steady than I wanted. “My daughter’s health concerns me and her sisters,” Ernest shot back. “I take care of my wife,” I snapped, unable to hold back. “Honestly, I don’t want to talk about my condition right now,” Pumpkin cut in, shutting the topic down. “I have so many scars… you think I care about a little bruise on my stomach?” She stood abruptly. “Let’s go in the water, Gabe?” I crossed my legs instantly, pulling my shirt over my shorts to hide the bulge straining against the fabric, craving to fuck my Pumpkin despite the chaotic situation. Surely, my hunger for her stemmed from not having normal sex with a woman, without paying, in nearly a decade. There was no other explanation for why I couldn’t be near her without wanting her in every way possible. “What’s that on your knees?” Ernest asked, leaning toward her injuries with concern. “Did you fall, sweetheart?” Rita burst out laughing, slipping on

*Gabe’s POV*“I can’t lie. I don’t care about you!” My answer was curt as I held her, feeling her quickened breath, our bodies fused as one, swaying with the lake’s gentle ripples. “Okay, if you don’t care about me, you only get the basics: I was born to a prostitute who had an affair with a married man. When she died, he took a DNA test and kept his daughter from ending up in an orphanage, where she’d either be adopted or live until she aged out. At ten, this girl moved to a strange place with people who called themselves her family. She found she had two sisters and discovered love. She lived happily… but not forever. One day, a certain CEO, haunted by a past he hid while chasing revenge, decided to marry her and make her his slave until death did them part… The end.” “And the girl… did she like the CEO?” “As much as he liked her.” She stared at me, dead serious. Where the hell did this woman come from? Born at ten with an answer for everything life could throw at her? “Damn… y