บททั้งหมดของ CEO's Regret After I Divorced: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Ryan's POVI bolted out of my chair the moment I saw the news. Those vicious headlines splashed across the screen—accusing Serena of workplace bullying, claiming she'd driven Holly to suicide.Complete bullshit, but dangerous nonetheless."Get the car ready," I barked into my phone. Simon responded with his usual efficiency, no questions asked. That's why I keep him around.The drive to Serena's place felt endless. Traffic crawled while my mind raced through worst-case scenarios.I've seen how quickly public opinion can destroy someone. Serena doesn't deserve this—not after everything she's already been through.When she opened the door, she practically collapsed into my arms. Her whole body was trembling. Fuck. I've never seen her this shaken before."I've seen the news online. What happened?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady while guiding her inside. Her legs seemed ready to give out, so I quickly supported her to the couch.Instead of pressing for answers immediately, I pulle

Serena's POVI arrived at our destination with Julian and Celeste, but Julian suggested they wait in the car."Mr. Will has never met me before, so he'll let his guard down. Wait for my call before coming in.""Alright," I agreed.I trusted Julian's ability to handle situations like this. Sure enough, barely fifteen minutes later, my phone buzzed with his message."Let's go, Serena," Celeste whispered as we headed inside. "Whatever we find out in there, try not to get too worked up, okay?"I nodded, placing a protective hand over my stomach. "I'll keep calm, don't worry."When we entered the meeting room, Mr. Will's welcoming smile instantly vanished. Despite my disguise, my silhouette had given me away immediately."Ms. Quinn, what is the meaning of this?" he demanded, looking cornered.I removed my hat, not bothering with pleasantries. "Mr. Will, Holly was your secretary. She's dead, and you don't seem the least bit upset about it. Why is that?""Oh my!" he exclaimed dramatically. "W

Sophie’s POVI watched from across the street as Serena finally left the Blackwood mansion. Perfect timing. The storm of controversy around Holly's death was settling, but I hadn't finished yet. Not by a long shot.With trembling hands, I applied more concealer to the marks on my neck. The bruises from Kane's "lesson" last night were still fresh, still burning. But I couldn't show weakness now."You failed me again," Kane growled, shoving me against the wall of his penthouse. His fingers dug into my throat while his other hand tore at my silk blouse, buttons flying across the marble floor. "Every time you promise results, you deliver nothing."I begged, pleaded as he bound my wrists to the bedpost with his expensive tie. "Kane, please... I'm trying...""Not hard enough." His eyes went cold as ice as he took out the leather riding crop from his drawer. "Perhaps you need motivation to succeed where that pathetic girl Holly failed."The first lash across my bare back made me scream. By th

Sophie’s POVI smirked when Ryan wasn't looking, gently touching the fake bruises on my face. This trick worked beautifully. Poor, sweet, gullible Ryan.Back at the Blackwood estate, I settled into my old guest room like I'd never left. It felt good being back here—like the first step in reclaiming what should've been mine all along.My phone buzzed with a message from Derek."How was my performance? Good enough? I need the rest of my payment. A few more shows like this, and Blackwood really will run me out of town."I transferred him part of the money, not the full amount. Always keep people hungry for more—that's how you control them."Be patient. I'll need you again. Money won't be a problem."The price was steep, but worth every penny. Ryan had always been susceptible to damsels in distress. Getting close to him again was phase one. Phase two would be making him remember what we once shared.Around midnight, I screamed deliberately—a piercing sound that echoed through the mansion.

Sophie’s POVI hung up the phone, my fingers trembling slightly with rage.Ivy, that stupid fool, had actually gotten herself detained by the police! Couldn't even deliver a simple message without screwing everything up.Completely useless! I slammed my phone down onto the leather sofa, clenching my jaw to suppress the scream building in my throat."Are you Ivy Hart's sister? Regarding the assault case against Serena Quinn—they've hired an attorney." The officer's matter-of-fact tone had cut through me like a knife. I'd asked for details, my face darkening with every word.Now I sat before the floor-to-ceiling windows of my luxury suite, staring at the glittering cityscape without seeing any of its beauty. The curse slipped through my gritted teeth: "What an absolute idiot! How does someone get arrested just delivering a message?"Serena Quinn. What makes you so damn special? Why does Ryan look at you that way?I clenched my fist so tight my nails dug deep into my palm, the sharp pain