All Chapters of The Billionaire's Reborn Bride. : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

In a totally different city. Damien was in a meeting with the company’s board members. The conference room was on the thirty second floor of a glass building. Damien sat at the head of the table and his eyes looked tired, he had not slept enough but that didn't matter. His tie was loosened. There were dark circles under his eyes, his hands were folded on the table in front of him and his face gave away the seriousness of the discussion going on in the room.Around the table sat the people who had helped build his company and the people who were quietly trying to dismantle it. He had known for some time which was which.His assistant stood to his right with a tablet, ready."How did the information leak?" The question came from a shareholder on his left, a man in a grey suit who had been with the company for six years and had been growing increasingly nervous over the past two weeks."My team is already investigating," Damien said coolly. "We will have a full answer shortly.""Shortly

The man in the hotel room moved a piece on the chessboard.He was not a tall man, but he carried himself with the kind of confidence that made rooms feel smaller when he entered them. He stood at the hotel window, his fingers resting in the left pocket of his pants. He looked down, he watched Damien and his assistant leave the hotel with a smirk.He pulled out his phone. “It’s time for the next plan, have a nice flight back home Damien. I hope you love my gift to you when you land”He dialed a number with a burner phone, he waited till it got answered.The call went through on the second ring."Hello, this is Carrington Global News Network on the line." The voice professional, it was the secretary on the call."I would like to speak with your boss," he said. His tone was calm. "I have some important information she might find interesting.""May I know who is calling and what this is regarding?". The secretary asked. He let the paused for a second before he continued "Tell her it conc

Everyone in the Carrington family had seen the news. Olivia, Gerald, Amira and Adrian called and sent messages but Damien only responded to his wife only. Gerald was not comfortable with the situation. He dialled Emilia."Father ….""What exactly are you doing to manage this situation?!!" His voice cut Emilia off immediately. Emilia pulled the phone from her ear the moment the volume rose. When his voice dropped, she brought the phone back to her ear."Father, my team is working on it. But this has spread quickly. You know how the public responds to anything involving our family. They feed on it.""Do your best to control the situation, I did not build this name for so long to let it be stained.""I know that.""Do your best and I might grant your request concerning Luca."The line went dead.Emilia squealed in excitement. She was surrounded by her crisis management team.She turned to face her team."Everyone," she said, "get busy. I want counter narratives on every platform within

The man at the hotel room sat deeply focused. He had been watching the press conference on his laptop, sipping on a glass of red wine.Just as the news showed Damien walking off the podium after making his statement, he crushed the wine glass he held in his hand, the wine glass cut him badly, blood trickled down his hand from the injury.The woman with him in the room rushed to him quickly, her face filled with panic."What have you done?" She reached for his hand, already seeing the blood pouring out, running in thin lines between his fingers. "You have hurt yourself." She grabbed a cloth from the table and pressed it to his hand. "Let me see it, let me ….."He pulled his hand away."I'm fine.""You are not fine, you are bleeding …..""I said I am fine." His voice was not loud, but it closed the conversation completely.She stepped back.He stood and reached for his phone. The screen lit up before he could unlock it.It was boldly written ‘Mum’.He stared at the name for one second,

Damien stood in front of him and looked at him for a moment. The guard brought a chair and set it down. Damien sat on it, leaning forward slightly.He reached for the sack cloth.Jules stepped forward immediately. "Sir. I strongly advise against that."Damien's hand did not stop. He pulled it off, ignoring Jules.The man's eyes took several seconds to adjust, blinking severally. His face, fully visible now, was worse than the rest of him. Both eyes were swollen, one nearly shut entirely. His nose had been broken. His lips were cracked and pale.He squinted, trying to make out the figure in front of him.Damien reached forward and took a handful of the man's hair. He tilted the man's face upward until their eyes met."George Sterling."George blinked."The next time you think about laying your hands on my wife," Damien said, his voice low, "it will be the last time you ever make use of those hands." He held his gaze. "I hope this past week has taught you enough."He released him. Georg