All Chapters of Sweet Revenge, Mr. CEO: Chapter 121 - Chapter 125

Serena’s POVI found out most things that Vivian had done, not directly, not through any confrontation or accusation, but through a piece of information that arrived innocently and yet landed with the impact of a slap that had been designed to leave fingerprints.Louisa sent me a link at seven forty-three AM with no message attached, which from Louisa meant she had decided the content would speak for itself and she did not want to be associated with her own feelings about it.I clicked it from the back of the car on the way to Rhodes.It was an industry newsletter. The kind that circulated among senior executives and board members and the specific category of person who read industry newsletters before eight in the morning because they needed to know what the room knew before they walked into it. The piece was not long. It did not need to be long. It was the kind of writing that did its damage in two paragraphs and then stepped back and let the damage work.The headline was a question

Serena’s POVHe arrived at the office in twenty-two minutes, which meant he had been close by or had driven faster than he should have.I was waiting in the conference room on the fourteenth floor with the report printed and the relevant pages marked and two cups of coffee that were already going cold because I had made them ten minutes ago and then stood at the window looking at the city and thinking about how to do this in a way that gave him what he needed to know without unraveling everything else.He came through the door and looked at me and immediately looked at the papers on the table.“Sit down,” I said.He sat.I pushed the marked pages across the table toward him and let him read.He read the way Dominic read, without asking questions, pulling the information apart methodically, going back to the beginning of a page when something on it required him to reconsider what came before. When he reached the last marked page he stopped and looked at it for a long moment without tur

Serena's POVThe forty-eight hours did not pass so much as they bled away, one tight, uncomfortable minute at a time.By ten o'clock on the second night, my eyes burned from staring at the data streams. I shut the laptop, grabbed my coat, and took the private service elevator down to the quiet basement levels. I didn't want to bump into David Chen’s late-staying associates, nor did I want to navigate the formal foyer where security guards logged every exit.I turned the corner toward the garage and stopped.Killian was standing beside his car. He had stripped off his suit jacket, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled loosely past his forearms. He was leaning back against the passenger door, staring straight ahead at the empty concrete wall, his posture lacking every shred of the rigid, untouchable composure he wore like armor upstairs.He looked exhausted. Not just tired, but worn down to the bone, the faint shadow of a bruise still lingering near his hairline from