All Chapters of THE COLD-HEARTED CEO'S REBORN LOVER : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Pheebs’ soft laughter chimed through the room as she scrolled on her phone, her smile bright and smug.“Didn’t I tell you?” she said sweetly, tilting the screen toward them. “The internet is buzzing with Sabrina and Xander’s photos. Four days just four days and look at the traffic. Look at the sales both companies are cashing in on.”Jovita let out a low whistle, arms folding as she leaned back. “Especially the surfboard shots. Mr. Calvin really knows his way around showbiz.” She shook her head, half in awe. “I was skeptical at first, thought it was just another trend but jeez, the ratings shot through the roof.”“That’s good,” Cleopatra said calmly, though a faint curve of satisfaction touched her lips. “At least the company’s reputation will be set high.”Then her phone vibrated.The screen lit up.Alvin: [Come to work now. Anthony is in town. I don’t know exactly when he’s going to come to the club.]The air around Cleopatra seemed to tighten. Her fingers stilled. Whatever ease she

“Just go,” he snapped, his voice low but edged with steel.Her temper flared. “Fine!” she yelled back, spinning on her heel and storming away.Anthony didn’t move. His gaze never left the road.Because until she arrived, nothing else not the party, not the guests, not even family mattered.A few minutes after Guinevere disappeared into the crowd, a security officer approached Anthony with measured respect.“Sir, the party is about to start.”Anthony turned slowly. His eyes were bloodshot, dark with something far more dangerous than irritation.“Thanks for notifying me,” he said flatly.He slipped his phone from his pocket and dialed Cleopatra’s number, lifting it to his ear with restrained urgency.“Sorry, the number you’re trying to call is kindly switched off.”His jaw tightened. He tried again.And again.The same cold response greeted him each time.A muscle ticked in his cheek as he dialed another number.Ring.“Hello, Anthony,” Alvin answered.“Did Cleopatra come to work today?”

Cleopatra sat by the window, both hands wrapped around a warm cup of coffee, a soft smile curving her lips as the steam rose gently toward her face. Sunlight spilled through the transparent glass, painting the road outside in gold as cars passed and people moved by in an easy rhythm. She watched it all with bright, contented eyes, her reflection in the glass mirroring her calm happiness savoring the rich taste of coffee, the quiet comfort of the moment, and the simple joy of being exactly where she was.The café door chimed sharply, snapping Cleopatra’s attention to the entrance. One of Calvin’s bodyguards Jimmy appeared, every step measured, radiating composed precision. He greeted her with quiet politeness, retrieved the coffee he had ordered, and departed without hesitation but the way he cradled the cup, careful and intentional, lingered in her mind.A few moments later, Calvin spotted him in the company lobby, a sealed coffee cup in hand.“Ain’t there coffee in the office?” Calvi

The words struck like sparks against dry fuel igniting everything in an instant.Cleopatra moved before reason could restrain her. Her hand cut through the air slap! landing hard against his face with a force that snapped his head to the side. The impact stung her palm, a sharp reminder of the heat surging through her veins.“Don’t you dare speak to me like that!” she snapped, her voice edged with steel, every word hitting like a blow of its own.In one swift motion, she seized the towel and unraveled it, her movements precise, controlled like a warrior readying her weapon. Then she struck again, the towel cracking across his chest with a sharp, whipping sound.The hit wasn’t just force, it carried weight.A jolt shot through both of them, raw and electric. Not just pain. Not just anger.For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to the heat between them, the unspoken memories, the forbidden pull they could no longer deny. She turned sharply and walked away, each step a statement of contro

Katie had been flipping through the documents on her desk when she caught a subtle adjustment needed on Guinevere’s shot. Small, but critical. Without a second thought, she grabbed the file and made her way to the studio, intent on informing the photographer before the mistake cemented itself into permanence.But the instant she stepped inside, her breath faltered.There they were.Guinevere and Cleopatra stood far too close, their proximity almost intimate, their exchange smooth and razor-sharp. Words laced with challenge slipped between them effortlessly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. No one pretended to work. Every gaze was fixed on the charged space they occupied.Something twisted tight in Katie’s chest.Clutching the documents a little harder, she ignored the curious stares and strode forward, heels striking against the polished floor in quick, decisive beats.“Stop it. Both of you come with me. Now.”Katie’s voice cracked through the studio like a whip. Convers