All Chapters of Rebirth and Contracted to the CEO : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ethan's POVA sliver of light came from the desk lamp, while shadows filled the rest of the room. The laptop gave off a pale blue shine, cutting through the dimness around it.Far beyond midnight, yet sleep stayed absent.Back in the seat, fingers pressed to tired eyes. Forward once more, drawn by the screen showing that urgent meeting’s shaky recording.There she was.Sam.Right there by the center of the table, she stayed still. Her posture spoke calmness, her eyes followed each word. Not loud, yet fully present. Quiet strength shaped her silence.Until she wasn’t.Out of nowhere, she mentioned GreenPath Logistics, her words light, nearly slipping away unnoticed.But it wasn’t.It was precise.It was timely.It was perfect.Right away, the team grabbed hold of that idea. In under ten minutes, they gave the green light to flip it. That key agreement stayed intact because of

Sam's POVSmoke drifted slowly, just like Ethan's words stayed there.“We need to talk, Sam. No more deflections.”Just past the doorway he stayed, lamplight slicing angles over his skin. Tension held his jaw firm, muscles coiled like wire beneath fabric. Staring - unblinking - not mad but searching instead. Wanting answers buried somewhere behind my silence. Need pulsed quiet under every breath.Thump thump went my heart, louder than I liked.It wasn’t sudden, that moment hanging between us. Days had fed it - his gaze lingering past comfort, my quiet exits to hidden talks, replies I shaped like glass, smooth and measured.Even though I saw it arriving, that changed nothing.Slowly, I pivoted away from the window, hands resting light on my ribs as if holding something back.Late already, I thought. Ethan, I began, steady on purpose, maybe it is time to.“Stop.” His voice landed hard, cutting t

Sam's POVInto the packed board room I stepped, next day at dawn, Gwen's voice trailing behind me, slow as rising steam.“You think you belong in there? Prove it - without hiding behind Ethan.”A sly grin carried her words forward - yet behind it, her gaze dripped poison. Not just testing me; she was waiting for me to fall flat. Every second felt like proof she expected nothing less than failure.Finding proof was never really my goal at first. Yet somehow I ended up chasing it anyway.Inside the big meeting room everything felt heavier than in the smaller one down the hall. A long table made of dark wood stood surrounded by stiff-backed seats covered in soft leather. Glass stretched all the way up one wall, showing rooftops and distant towers beyond. Quiet pressure filled the air like a held breath. News about the supplier issue had just broken last week, still raw. On the list for discussion now: buying another company fast - some on

Ethan's POVA relaxed vibe had been planned for the invite. Still, it came across a bit stiff.Was thinking that while tapping out the note via my assistant - home office, night closing in, talk shaping up around the next company we might buy. Not some official meeting. One voice answering another, going over figures piece by piece.Still, I saw it clearly.That moment stayed with me. Just us, no one else around. Away from meetings, away from everyone who usually looks on.She was someone I felt like checking on. Testing seemed necessary.It was nine-thirty sharp when Sam walked in - no earlier, no later. A black blouse, nothing fancy, paired with neatly fitted pants. Her hair fell across one shoulder like it hadn’t been planned. Not a single flashy accessory in sight, no effort to stand out. Still, the air changed the instant she crossed the threshold.My hand moved slightly, pointing at the seat opposite where I sat.&l

Sam's POVA dim hush filled the room, broken only by the pale light of the open computer and a thin slice of moon spilling past partly closed drapes. Far off, the property slept - just the murmur of sensors now, sometimes slow steps along empty halls, then again that deep, steady roll of waves under the headland.On the floor, legs tucked beneath me, I faced the hidden safe - mine now - papers stacked all around. Printouts lay next to faded medical files, plus digital records lifted quietly from the estate's stored data. A forgotten login, carried over from earlier days, opened everything. No force needed, just memory.Steady fingers, yet a pulse that raced. Stillness in the palms while something deeper trembled.Now it stood clear - far past office politics or climbing ranks. It wasn’t about who knew whom, nor whispering in hallways for gain. Power plays had lost their grip. Quiet truths took up more space than loud agendas ever did.This st