All Chapters of THE TURNAROUND CEO: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Doman’s POVI wasn’t expecting company. I had barely dropped my jacket on the couch when a knock echoed through the apartment, three sharp raps that already screamed trouble.When I opened the door, Sophia was there. Standing on my porch with boxes stacked at her feet and that familiar lost look painted across her face.“What the hell is this?” I asked, voice sharp.She forced a weak smile. “Can I come in first?”“No,” I snapped. “Start talking.”Her shoulders dropped. “I left Dami’s house."I ran a hand over my face, biting back the curse that burned to spill out. “You did what?”“She doesn’t want me there anymore!” Sophia shouted, eyes brimming with tears. “That new girl, Rhea, has taken my place. Dami listens to her, praises her, trusts her. She doesn’t need me anymore.”I let out a humorless laugh. “You’re unbelievable. The only thing you know how to do is destroy everything you touch.”Sophia flinched, clutching her hands together. “Don’t say that. You promised to help me get cl

Dami’s POV“I need to get to the office early,” I said, adjusting my blazer in front of the mirror. I went back to my room after the Sophia drama. Doman leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was soft but possessive. “So will I see you tonight?” he asked against my lips, voice low.“I’ll let you know,” I murmured, trying to sound casual, though his closeness made it hard to think.He smirked. “You always say that.”“Because you like the chase,” I replied, pressing a quick kiss on his cheek before pulling away.He chuckled quietly, shaking his head. “You drive me crazy, Dami.”“I know.”When he finally left, I exhaled and picked up my bag. Rhea was already waiting downstairs, organized as always.Axel and Alexa stood near the car. "Careful,” Axel muttered as he opened the back door for me.I slid into the seat beside Rhea. Alexa joined Axel in the front, and he started the engine.The silence stretched between us was heavy but strangely calm. I noticed Alexa’s reflection in the

Doman’s POVI rolled my eyes the moment Axel stepped through the door. My jaw twitched, but I didn’t let go of her hand. I kept her close right where she belonged. She was still trembling from the shock. Rhea and Alexa hovered nearby whispering to each other.Rhea’s voice broke through the thick silence. “We should go inside, please. We don’t know if anyone else is watching.”I turned to her with a dismissive smile. “No one’s watching. What we need is more security. I’ll hire extra men first thing tomorrow.”Dami’s tired eyes flickered up to me. “I just want to go inside,” she murmured.Her voice was soft. I didn’t like hearing fear in it. It made me furious at whoever dared to frighten her and maybe at Axel, who looked too calm for someone who just risked his life.Inside, the air felt thick with unease. Dami still looked pale. “You need a bath,” I said quietly, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “You’ll feel better.”She nodded without argument, disappearing into the bathroom. I h

Sophia’s POVThe TV light flickered against the cream walls of the hotel room, painting shifting shadows across the wineglass in my hand. The evening news droned on until a headline made me freeze.Businesswoman narrowly escapes armed attack, rival firm implicated.I straightened in bed, crumbs scattering from the half-empty bag of chips beside me. Dami’s picture filled the screen. She looked calm, elegant and untouched. My jaw dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”The reporter kept talking, explaining how the culprit had already confessed, how Dami miraculously survived, how her company was grateful to loyal employees who ensured her safety. My hiss slipped out like venom. “The idiot couldn’t even do one thing right.” I muttered to myself, swirling the wine. “He should be the one shot for failing.”If Dami had died, the power in her company would have scattered like leaves. I leaned back against the pillow, watching her image fade from the screen. My stomach twisted, part rage, p

DAMI’S POVThe movie had just ended, but Rhea and I were still laughing so hard our stomachs ached. We were sitting cross legged on my bed, a bowl of popcorn between us, the room dim except for the warm glow of the TV. The scene we couldn’t stop laughing about was the one where the newlyweds that were both virgins stared at each other on their wedding night, clueless and shy. Rhea had almost spilled her drink when the groom whispered nervously, “Do we just start?"I wiped a tear of laughter from my eye. “That was ridiculous. Who writes these things?”Rhea giggled, hugging a pillow to her chest. “At least they were honest. Most movies make people act like pros on their first night.”I grinned. “Maybe honesty sells too. The awkwardness was kind of cute.”“Cute?” she teased. “You think innocence is cute now?”“Maybe,” I said, shrugging. “It’s refreshing sometimes.”We sat in a comfortable silence for a few seconds, the kind that didn’t need filling. The house felt unusually peaceful to