All Chapters of Rebirth and Contracted to the CEO : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Ethan's POVThat morning, the air inside the meeting room pressed down more than it normally did.Under the bright ceiling lights, the dark wood table shone smooth and deep. Still, silence pressed down like weight. Board members stayed in their regular spots. Yet gaps gaped - Victor gone, others missing too, those who stood by Gwen before everything broke. Open folders, lit screens covered each place. Conversation didn’t spark. Laughter never came close. What happened with Gwen left something sour even in how people breathed.At the top of the table, I took my seat, Sam at my side. Beside me, she’d refused the screen, wanting instead to sit in the real space where decisions take shape. Not just for show anymore - her place there mattered now, weight behind it. They listen to her, the ones around the table, sometimes leaning on what she says like a wall holding up walls. This moment needed her voice, sharp and clear, while we cleared away whatever tra

Gwen's POVThe interrogation room was too bright.Overhead, fluorescent lights hissed like something restless, throwing sharp shadows that turned my skin dull and deepened the hollows around my eyes. Cold seeped up through the metal table beneath where the cuffs held my wrists tight. Across from me, two detectives took their seats - one older, face worn down by long hours, the other younger, studying me as if I were pinned on a slide. In the far corner, a camera caught every second, its red eye pulsing without pause.Broken, that is what they believed I was. Yet here stands a different story.Broken well before this seat ever held me, though they never saw it coming. Not a clue crossed their minds when they placed me here.Forward I leaned, cheeks wet with tears - actual tears now, burning and sharp. That polished front, kept tight so long, broke apart. Cracked open. Left behind: something rough, twisted, bare.“Ethan was always mine,&

Sam's POVA chill hung in the air, as if walls had absorbed too many hushed words. Silence settled not like peace but like waiting. Every chair seemed to remember someone who’d sat too still, spoken too carefully. The lights stayed bright, though no one needed them anymore. This was where decisions came to stop breathing.Folks in blue uniforms mixed with federal types, standing shoulder to shoulder with our lawyers and guards. Heavy silence hung there, like waiting for thunder after lightning. Next to me, Ethan stayed quiet, fingers pressed steady on my leg beneath wood - calm in human form. Without him close, I might have unraveled by now.Later that day, Victor showed up alongside Gwen for the last exchange of proof and spoken accounts prior to official handoff. Slouched low in his seat, Victor looked drained, skin ghostly, gaze locked on the tabletop without movement. Not so Gwen - she carried herself too still, too quiet. Rain or tears had wiped clean

Sam's POVA sudden hush spread through the room. Quiet at first, then sharp.One screen showed live feeds while another scrolled through financial logs. The board acted fast once Gwen and Victor were taken. My view came from Ethan’s office, sitting where he usually works, surrounded by glowing monitors. He stayed close behind, fingers lightly pressed on my shoulder. That touch didn’t fix anything but it held things together. Family history ran deep in those offices, decades stacked in wood and glass. Now the company stripped away what had been poisoning it from within.Overnight, the probe started from inside the company. Gwen’s accounts through offshore setups got blocked fast. Victor’s trust funds? Held tight until auditors combed every detail. Managers caught ignoring red flags - or cashing in - faced a quiet exit or being fired on the spot. Quiet exits won most of the time. Some argued back. Security walked them out before sixty minut

Ethan's POVInside, layers unfolded like secrets never meant to be found.A shape drawn in dirt showed how to last longer. One line pointed where water hides.Midnight passed. I stayed put, surrounded by flickering screens. Evidence filled each display - Sam’s work piling up for weeks. Money routes exposed Victor stealing funds, using them to buy the toxin. Messages from Gwen spelled out her role, line by cold line. Footage stamped their presence in the east wing, again and then once more when it mattered most. Thallium showed up in the lab results. A secret recording caught it all on film. Her voice admitted everything, clear and slow. Someone sent warnings without signing their name. Every part of the plan meant to wipe her out - two attempts here, one from before she could recall.Yet when I kept reading, a different thought slipped through the quiet spaces.He stood between me and harm before I even knew it was near.Softly. Never