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All Chapters of Falling For The CEO Again: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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30: Gaus Gets Back

Cyprus was beginning to suspect there was something medically wrong with him. He had spent the better part of the morning attempting to identify exactly what that something was and had come to only one plausible conclusion.He had to be sick.Perhaps he'd picked up some aggressive virus without realizing it. Maybe he was running a fever that hadn't properly manifested yet. It was the only explanation that satisfactorily accounted for the spectacular lapse in judgment he'd displayed the previous night. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and exhaled slowly through his nose.What possessed him?He had called Livienne for one reason and one reason only: the Saint Liman behind-the-scenes video had exploded online in ways even his marketing department hadn't anticipated. Coupled with the disturbing package she'd received only hours earlier, he had assumed she might be overwhelmed. A simple phone call to check that she was coping had seemed... reasonable and responsible. Instead, s

Last Updated : 2026-09-30

31: Spite and Ruin

For several long seconds, Cyprus said nothing. His gaze remained fixed on the gleaming Saint Liman logo mounted above the headquarters entrance. Five years of turning Saint Liman into a force, and Solace intended to swallow it whole. "They'll strip the company apart."“Exactly,” Gaus agreed. “They’re not interested in preserving it, just its network and market share.”Cyprus' jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. "London's message to the board may have frightened a few directors," he said after a moment, forcing his voice back under control, "but fear alone isn't enough to hand Solace my company." "I'm not even at the interesting part yet," Gaus said.Cyprus pinched the bridge of his nose. Sometimes he genuinely wondered how someone so infuriating managed to be so exceptionally competent. His life's work was apparently under coordinated attack, and the man delivering the news sounded like he was recounting an entertaining dinner story. He took one slow breath. "What," he asked evenly, "is

Last Updated : 2026-10-01

32: Same Enemy, Same Devil

The first affair had been with one of Solace's own directors, someone Milan had personally vetted. Cyprus had found out about it before Milan did, and he had spent three agonizing weeks debating whether to tell his brother or to let him discover it on his own. In the end, he didn't have to choose. Genevieve had done it for him, in the cruelest way possible: Milan had walked in on them. In his own home. In the bed he had shared with her.It had almost broken Milan.Cyprus remembered finding his older brother sitting alone on the terrace one winter evening, staring blankly into the garden while an untouched cup of coffee grew cold beside him. Milan had barely spoken for weeks. Then, somehow, he'd forgiven her. Cyprus had thought him a fool.London had thought him romantic.Neither opinion had mattered, because months later Genevieve had done it again, this time with an actor she'd hired to front Solace's newest campaign, a man with a pretty face and a reputation for leaving a trail of b

Last Updated : 2026-10-02

33: Out of His Depth

He started the car, ready to leave, when a sound drifted through the parking lot. First it was a soft sniffle, then a muffled sob. He frowned, pausing with one hand on the driver's side door.For a moment, he wondered whether he had imagined it. The creative headquarters was quieter than the main headquarters and the occasional gust of wind carried strange echoes through the concrete walkways. Then he heard it again.A child was crying. The sob came from somewhere around the side of the building.Cyprus hesitated only briefly before getting out of the car again and following the sound.The car beeped as he locked it before rounding the corner. The crying grew louder.He finally spotted its source beside one of the landscaped flowerbeds.A little girl with dark hair braided into two neat braided pigtails was squatting on the ground, hugging her knees. Her tiny shoulders shook every few seconds as she sniffled into the sleeves of her pink cardigan, her face turned stubbornly toward the p

Last Updated : 2026-10-03

34: The Little Mission

Poppy searched his face with surprising seriousness, as if deciding whether he could be trusted after already breaking one promise. Finally, she gave a tiny, hesitant nod. "Okay."Cyprus reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and withdrew a neatly folded white handkerchief. Awkwardly, he held it out."You should..." He cleared his throat. "Wipe your face."Poppy accepted it with both little hands. "Thank you."She dabbed obediently at her cheeks before blowing her nose with all the enthusiasm only a small child could manage. Cyprus politely pretended not to notice. Once the tears had subsided into occasional sniffles, he crouched until they were eye level again."Now," he said patiently, "where did you last have your octopus?"Poppy frowned so hard that her eyebrows almost met. She looked up helplessly. "I don't know."Cyprus closed his eyes briefly. Suppressing a sigh before it could escape, he tried another approach. "Then tell me everywhere you've been today."Poppy bri

Last Updated : 2026-10-04

35: Not so Bad

Cyprus ignored every curious glance. He had long since learned that people would always speculate whenever he appeared outside the boardroom. Let them. His attention remained fixed on the little girl in his arms."Still no Octi," Poppy whispered after checking a small shrub.Cyprus looked across the courtyard one last time before meeting Dani's eyes. She gave a small shake of her head. Nothing. One location remained.As they made their way toward the garden, Cyprus felt the small body in his arms grow quieter. He glanced down at her and immediately noticed the way her lower lip quivered every few seconds before she stubbornly pressed it between her teeth, refusing to let herself cry again. Her fingers twisted anxiously in the fabric of his suit jacket, and her eyes wandered restlessly from flowerbed to flowerbed, already searching for a toy that was nowhere in sight.Clearly, she no longer believed they would find it.The realization sat oddly with him. Without really thinking about i

Last Updated : 2026-10-05

36: The Battlefield

Cyprus walked into the boardroom already knowing two things.The first was that London had managed to sway at least three directors. Victor's inability to reach them when he had called Cyprus a week ago had all but confirmed it. Which three remained to be seen.The second was that London stood a very real chance of winning today's battle, not that he intended to let her. Family, however, had always possessed a unique talent for striking where strangers never could.The shift in atmosphere announced itself long before anyone spoke. Ordinarily, board meetings at Saint Liman began with easy conversation. Directors discussed new collections, laughed over market rumours or argued amiably about production schedules while coffee was poured. This morning, the room felt like a church before a funeral.Greetings that were usually loud and familiar came instead as subdued murmurs. Several directors who normally met his gaze without hesitation suddenly found the polished walnut table fascinating.

Last Updated : 2026-10-06

37: A Little Birdie

“Did any of you genuinely expect securing one of the world's most recognizable models would come cheaply?” His voice became quieter. "The campaign has not even officially launched and it is already paying dividends. So tell me, which is more reckless - making calculated investments that are already exceeding projections or allowing fear to blind this board to the opportunities sitting right in front of it?"The effect of his words was immediate.Director Miriam lowered the report in her hands, frowning thoughtfully. Director Walsh exchanged a brief glance with the woman seated beside him. A low murmur swept across the room. Good. Doubt was infinitely more useful than confidence. If they were questioning themselves, they were no longer blindly following London's lead.For the first time since she had walked into the boardroom, London's smile became just a touch more rigid. She recovered almost immediately. "Mr. Blackwell." Her voice was as pleasant as ever, carrying just enough humilit

Last Updated : 2026-10-07

38: The Same Sin

He opened the folder again, flipping directly to the second page. "I suggest all of you take a closer look." He turned the document around so those nearest him could see. "This transaction." His finger rested on the first entry. "Was made on July fifteenth. And this transaction was also made on July fifteenth. Notice anything?”Director Walsh adjusted his glasses, his eyes darting between the two entries. "Wait." He leaned closer. "The first one is dated 2024..." His voice rose. "...and the second says 2026."A surprised gasp escaped Director Wells. Murmurs erupted again.Cyprus flipped to another page. "The entire document has been prepared using Arial." He tapped several paragraphs. "Except for these." His finger landed on the transaction date, then the payment amount, then the recipient's account name. "These sections are written in Roboto."Now that it had been pointed out, the difference became impossible to ignore. It was subtle but unmistakable.Cyprus turned yet another page. "

Last Updated : 2026-10-08

39: Give Thanks

Olivia folded her arms tightly across her chest, the muscles in her shoulders stiffening as Sacha finished explaining what had happened."The campaign details leaked online," Sacha said, her usual bright energy absent. "The creative team has suspended production while they restructure everything."For a second, Olivia simply stared at her.Sacha's apologetic expression deepened. "I'm so sorry, Livienne." A hundred thoughts collided inside Olivia's head, none of them coherent. "No..." she breathed. "That’s awful."Olivia let out a disbelieving laugh that held no amusement whatsoever. She pushed a hand through her hair before pacing two steps across the room, only to stop again. All that work: weeks of fitting, early call times. Hours spent standing under blistering studio lights while Marco demanded one more angle, one more expression, one more adjustment. Just…gone.She had thought the abrupt cancellation an hour earlier had been because Celine was unhappy with a shot or Marco had su

Last Updated : 2026-10-09

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