All Chapters of Rebirth and Contracted to the CEO : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ethan's POVA sudden return move hit without warning.Overnight, we sealed defensive deals without hesitation. Trusted leaders handed shareholder materials directly, face to face. A sharp media story took shape, painting the rival's aggressive push as panic-driven, grasping. Weakness never touched us. Strength did. Unity followed. Then vision - clear, steady, ahead.Forty-eight hours in, the opponent's drive fell apart.Out of nowhere, credit dried up. Yet major investors stepped forward again, loud and clear. Though the board had splintered under pressure, alignment returned - quiet but firm. A hostile move failed to gain ground. Instead, improved conditions took shape slowly. When shares plunged at the first warning, few expected what came next: a climb back that caught everyone off guard.Fans saw it straight away - this move changed everything. A quiet shift, loud results.That day, papers everywhere lit up with talk of Ethan Sterling&rs

Sam's POVWeek after week, defenses in takeovers grabbed attention like nothing else. Then came this one - suddenly everyone was talking.Front pages, home screens - every big business site ran the story somehow. Headlines shouted things like "Sterling Industries Fends Off Takeover Attempt" or "Ethan Sterling Outmaneuvers Rivals." Some called it a triumph for the empire he built. His photo appeared nonstop, calm yet firm, the kind of look people save for leaders who dodge disaster without blinking. The narrative shaped fast: cool head, sharp moves, company saved.From my study, silence wrapped around me like smoke, fingers moving slow across the screen. Not once did I blink too hard - just steady gaze on every update piling up. Praise poured in fast; they said Ethan handled everything smooth as glass. Experts leaned into their mics, calling it rare, almost artful, how he held things together. Online, voices jumped wild from tweet to meme to guesswork without pau

Gwen's POVFolks couldn’t scroll without seeing them. Everywhere you turned, there they stood.Laptop glowing, I stayed seated inside the quiet room, moving from one story to the next while unease crept higher. Each time I tapped refresh, my hands shook a little more - waiting, just waiting - for things to look different.It didn’t.“Sam Sterling: The Rising Strategic Voice Behind the Takeover Defense.”“Power Couple or Power Play? Inside the Sterling Marriage.”“From Merger Bride to Boardroom Asset: Who Is the New Mrs. Sterling?”Out of nowhere, Sam’s face showed up everywhere - blogs, morning news roundups, late-night tweets. People nodded when they said her name. Some even leaned in closer. Experts used words like “sharp” and “ahead of the curve.” Money movers asked for coffee chats. The same papers that once rolled their eyes now wondered if she’d been

Sam's POVBefore dawn broke, my phone burst apart.A jolt snapped me awake, already tired. Next came one again. After that, waves kept coming - no pause, just rings, shakes, warnings - one after another till the thing nearly flipped off the table. My hand moved slow, half-blind, lids dragging down, head stuffed thick with broken pictures: her grin, dark shapes, something sharp in my blood.A chill ran through me when I saw those words up there. The letters froze my breath mid-air.“Sterling Insider Leak? Wife Accused of Selling Secrets During Takeover Crisis”My back snapped straight, pulse pounding through my chest. Not long after, the story caught fire online. Fake email images - tagged with my identity - began spreading fast through finance boards, LinkedIn threads, Twitter feeds, any corner hungry for Sterling scandal. At a quick look, they seemed real enough: my usual way of writing, correct event names I’d been part of. Thes

Gwen's POVFire raced through the rumor, yet my grin wouldn’t fade. A hush turned to whispers overnight, still laughter curled at the edges of my mouth.Deep in my room, I curled up on a smooth lounge seat, computer resting where my hands could reach. Light spilled from the display - new posts popping, voices piling up, sharp remarks cutting deeper each time. Not rushing, just moving down the page, feeling each line, each blame, each crumbling bit like warmth on skin.“Trophy wife turned traitor.”“Sterling marriage crumbling from the inside.”“Was the new Mrs. Sterling playing both sides all along?”Sam saw the headlines first thing. Online chatter followed close behind, sharper than expected. Threads across business sites picked apart fake emails like scavengers. Memes spread fast - one showed her face pasted on an ancient traitor, another hinted at offshore money trails. Rumors claimed she leaned