All Chapters of Sweet Revenge, Mr. CEO: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Serena’s POVThe dream started with Dominic.Which was not as disconcerting as I’d expected.We were dancing.Not at The Onyx, but somewhere softer. Warmer. The kind of place dreams invented when they couldn’t decide between memory and fantasy.Music drifted around us.His hand rested against my back.Mine rested on his shoulder.He was smiling.I was smiling.And for once, there was no revenge. No lies. No Vivian. No Killian.Just us.“See?” Dominic murmured, pulling me closer. “I told you I’d get that score higher than a seven.”I laughed.“I never said you couldn’t.”His eyes brightened and the look on his face made something in my chest tighten.Then he leaned down and kissed me.I was still wearing the deep blue silk dress from our date, the fabric twisted tight around my thighs as I leaned back against a surface I couldn't see. Dominic’s hands were on my waist, his mouth dropping from my lips to the column of my throat, his breath coming in short, jagged gasps.I let my head fal

Serena’s POVThe heavy oak door clicked shut behind Clara, leaving a sudden, suffocating vacuum in its wake. I kept my eyes pinned to the illuminated screen of my tablet, my fingers frozen mid-scroll as the reality of what I had just done hit me like ice water. Black. Two sugars, a dash of cinnamon, extra hot. It was reflex. A muscle memory from a life I wasn't supposed to own anymore. When I finally forced myself to look up, my stomach took a violent, sickening dive.Killian was staring at me.It wasn't a casual look, or the gaze of a CEO evaluating an employee; it was penetrating, hyper-focused, and entirely unblinking. The playful banter from seconds ago vanished, replaced by an intensity that made the air in the room feel dangerously thin. I could practically hear the gears turning in his head as something shifted behind his eyes; a flash of profound, haunting recognition. He didn't know the truth, because the truth was impossible, but he remembered. He remembered the woman who u

Killian’s POV“And if this isn’t an oversight?” I asked evenly. “What does that make it, David? It almost feels like it was designed to fly completely under the radar.”David didn’t hesitate. A calm, reassuring smile settled on his face. “Then I’ll look into it properly. And if that turns out to be the case, we’ll deal with whoever’s responsible.”He tilted his head slightly. “You trust me, don’t you?”I held his gaze.Of course I did. He wouldn’t still be CFO if I didn’t.And yet the tension in my chest didn’t loosen the way logic insisted it should have.A beat passed too long before I spoke.“Fine,” I said at last, my voice dropping slightly. “Get it corrected. But I want real-time updates by the end of the day.”“Consider it done,” David said, sliding the folder off the desk and tucking it under his arm. He paused, his gaze lingering on my face as his smile returned, “You look stressed, chief. Is everything alright? If you need me to take over the afternoon briefings so you can he

Chapter 37 Serena’s POV“...Honestly, I’m still furious with Vivian,” Liz’s voice drifted over the top of the rack, dripping with disdain. “Since when did she start allowing riffraff into the inner circle? I can’t fathom what she’s thinking, even contemplating nominating Elena for the charity committee board.” Chloe’s head snapped toward me.“What the actual hell?” she mouthed, already shifting as if she intended to march straight around the rack and possibly start a war.My hand shot out, catching her wrist before she could move.“Don’t.”“Elena…”“Trust me.”She looked seconds away from ignoring me anyway.I tightened my grip.Reluctantly, she froze.Meanwhile, I lowered my gaze to the phone in my hand, the small red recording symbol blinking back at me.Funny enough, I’d only thought about recording because after the garden party, I’d been looking for any scrap of information I could find about Vivian’s circle. Any names. Any connections. Any gossip.Running into Liz here had fel

Serena’s’ POVKillian’s hand slipped into the pocket of his coat still resting on my shoulders and pulled something out. A small velvet box. Then he held it out toward me.“You forgot this the last time you were in my office,” he said evenly.I looked at the box then back at him, hesitantly taking the box from his hand. I flipped the lid open to find the silver bracelet I’d misplaced resting against the dark lining. It had been cleaned, the platinum links catching the dim afternoon light.“You cleaned it,” I said before I could stop myself.His eyes flickered to mine.“Yes and I changed the clasp. To prevent it from falling off your wrist so easily next time.”“So you not only kept it, you repaired it?” I raised an eyebrow. “Should I be worried you’re going to deduct the repair cost from my bonus?”A small hint of amusement crossed his face. “Only if I have to buy you a new one. Should I do that?”I hated that I almost smiled.“Thank you,” I said instead, reaching into the box to re