บททั้งหมดของ Sweet Revenge, Mr. CEO: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Killian’s POVThe gala was still going.That was the part that didn’t make sense. Three hundred people still laughing, still drinking, still moving through a room that felt completely different to me now, like a house after a fire where everything looks the same but nothing is. The music was still playing. The champagne was still flowing. David Chen was telling a joke to a group of investors near the bar and they were laughing like the last twenty minutes had not happened at all.I stood at the edge of the dance floor with a drink I had not touched and watched the door Serena had been taken through. “Killian.” Vivian’s hand found my arm. “Stop looking at it.”“She said she didn’t do it.”“I know what you’re feeling right now. I know how much she meant to you. But you have seen the evidence with your own eyes. The wire transfers. The leaked documents. Three weeks of forensic accounting with her name on every single transaction.” She searched my face. “You did not imagine that. You did

Serena’s POV“I just want to say for the record,” Chloe said from the bed, watching me step into my heels, “that the Elena I know would rather eat glass than attend a work gala.”“People change.”“You keep saying that.” She sat up and crossed her legs. “Before the accident you wouldn’t even work at Dominic’s company. You said corporate events made you want to disappear into the wallpaper. You once left a dinner party early because someone started talking about quarterly projections.” She tilted her head. “Now you’re the one asking to go?”I picked up my earrings and put them in one at a time.The dress was deep green. Fitted. I had chosen it three weeks ago specifically for tonight. That was also not something Elena would have done. Elena apparently chose her outfits the morning of and changed her mind twice. I knew this because Dominic had mentioned it once with the particular fondness of someone describing a habit they loved. He had looked at me after he said it with that expression

Serena’s POVRain hammered against the windshield, a violent drumming that made my body shake with terror.My hands slipped on the leather steering wheel. I could smell the ozone, the wet pavement, and the metallic tang of fear rising in the back of my throat. I pressed the brakes.They screamed once—a high, mechanical shriek of protest—and then gave way. There was no resistance. No control.“No, please.”The car swerved. Metal shrieked against the guardrail. Glass burst inward like a shower of rain. And then, through the hiss of rainwater flooding the dying engine, I heard it.Footsteps.A tall, male shadow moved beyond the fractured spiderweb of the windshield. The flicker of a streetlamp caught his face; the face of the person I could never quite make out leaning over the hood.I reached out, my hand trembling, my vision fading into black.“Mummy, something is burning!”I jerked violently, my lungs pulling in a sharp, ragged breath that tasted of burnt dough instead of wet asphalt.

Serena’s POVThe first time Killian showed me this building, we’d stood across the street in the freezing November rain while he grinned like he’d personally conquered Manhattan.“We own it,” he had said, laughing breathlessly as taxis splashed dirty water onto the curb beside us. “Jesus, Serena. We actually own the damn thing.”At twenty-seven, we had been exhausted, ambitious, and arrogant enough to believe sleep was optional. I had kissed him right there on the sidewalk, tasting rain and victory.Now, I sat across from that same building inside my car, my hands clenched around the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.One year later. One new face later. One funeral later.The silver lettering—RHODES INCORPORATED—gleamed against the glass tower like a taunt.My phone buzzed. I inhaled a sharp breath before answering. “Hi, Dom.”“You’re already there?” He asked. “The meeting doesn’t start for another twenty minutes.”“I like arriving early.”“I know. You nervous?”Nervous im

Serena’s POVThe problem with pretending to be someone else was always feeling like you were on death row the moment you had to spend time with the people who actually knew them.I realized this approximately twelve minutes into drinks with Chloe Laurent.“…and then he had the audacity to tell me he wasn’t emotionally unavailable.” Chloe stared at me across the table like she had just witnessed the collapse of Western civilization. “Elena, do you know what that man actually said to me?”I blinked.Because I had stopped listening somewhere at some point. My mind was still trapped in that boardroom, haunted by the memory of Killian’s grey eyes cracking wide with suspicion.“…what?” I offered weakly.Chloe’s mouth dropped open. She slowly set her cocktail down. “Oh my God.”“What?”“You weren’t listening.”“No, I was.”“You absolutely were not. You have that face.”I frowned, adjusting the collar of my blouse. “What face?”Chloe pointed dramatically at me, her red-manicured finger waveri