All Chapters of Vengeance of the Fallen Heir: From Cell to CEO: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

~~YEARS EARLIER~~“The car. It’s getting out of control. Do something !” a panicked voice growled from the passenger’s seatThe driver gripped the gear tightly and slammed his feet on the brake. “I am trying!! Nothing seems to be working!” He yelped. “Make it work!” A feminine voice screeched. “There’s no fucking way I am losing it all due to your carelessness, Amos”“I am trying ma’am. The vehicle must have been tampered with at the garage. Something is off. None of the controls seems to be working” the driver, now frustrated, screamed back“What do we d….”Words trailed off and everything happened in a blink. Tires screeched, glass shattered, agony screams filled the air and fire broke out, incinerating everything in the way almost immediately.“Somebody Help!” Â desperate cry of helo, filled with agony but we knew it’s all pointless. Help can’t arrive as quickly as we need it. So fate was accepted. A defeaning silence followed afterwards except for the crackle. ~~ETHAN~~I sta

~~ETHAN WILDER~~I sat in my room for hours that night, tracing the ink on Sarah’s card. That small piece of paper became my hopeTrue to her word, Sarah didn’t just show me art when I finally gathered the courage to visit her a week later; she showed me the truth. It turned out that the "debt" Lenore claimed I owed was a fabrication. Sarah used her connections to dig into the hospital records from four years ago. Lenore hadn't saved my life from the fire, she had simply found me, an amnesiac with a gifted hand, and claimed me before anyone else could.Sarah was the one who provided the legal team to break the predatory contracts Lenore made me sign. She was the architect of my freedom. Â freedom she later took back from me. Time does have a cruel way of changing people.*PRESENT DAY*The plush silence of my executive office at the Phoenix Empire felt a world away from that cramped, dusty studio. I looked down at my thumb. The scar from the splinter was gone, but the memory of her si

~ALINA JOHNSON~Morning sex was underrated.That was the conclusion I had come to as I rode Etham earlier that morning. We had started with showering together but we shared a kiss and things grew hotter from there. And even hotter out of shower.We were both panting with our backs on the bed, eyes directed at the ceiling of his room as we caught our breaths. I had chuckled, finding it funny that we got our of the shower only to get sweaty again.Ethan had glanced at his bedside clock, we still had some time to get ready for work. When he had turned to look at me, I couldn't help but stretch into a full-blown grin."What?""That was awesome." I had confessed and scooted closer to plant a peck on his cheeks, giggling softly.He squeezed my eyes shut, I loved the giddy feeling that took over me, wishing that we could just spend the whole day with each other. Naked and in love.Blonde hair in a mess as I ran my fingers, I lifted myself off the bed. I had a long day ahead of me."Gotta ge

~ETHAN WILDER~The atmosphere in the study weighed heavy with seriousness as Mark rolled a whiteboard to the centre. We were gathered around my desk, with me maintaining my original position. Karissa was seated in one of the chairs on the other side of my desk. The chairs weren’t facing me like they normally should, this time they were turned to face the board. Mark and Simeon remained standing at the corners.After Mark was done, he walked up to Karissa and stretched a marker to her which she collected before standing up. She had shrugged out of her coat earlier and hung them on one of the vacant branches on the coat tree.Karissa was about a foot or two away from the whiteboard before she whipped around, the hem of her long skirt swayed around her calves. “Let’s start with the people involved.”She pursed her lips and looked at each one of us as if checking that she had our undivided attention. Then her eyes shifted sideways towards the door, something had caught her attention. I li

~ALINA JOHNSON~It felt celebratory but I was wearing nothing but an oversized shirt. His oversized dress shirt. Ethan was doing something I'd call fine serving. Shirtless and wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, he contemplated on where to rightly put the fork and the knife, switching it many times and then groaning softly.I chuckled, sliding onto a stool. “Fine dining on a kitchen island.” I purred then propped my chin on my hand. “You know it doesn't matter which is right?”He gave me a pointed look which lasted for a few seconds and then broke into a grin. “I guess perfection truly does not exist.”I shifted my gaze to his body, glossing over every curve and detail with my eyes before looking up to catch his eyebrows raised at me and his tilted slightly to one side. Blushing fiercely, I looked away.“Except when it comes to me.” He said, breathy laughter accompanied his bragging, deciding to leave the fork and knife arrangement alone.I reached the bottle of champagne sitting in th