All Chapters of Sweet Revenge, Mr. CEO: Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

Killian’s POVI was happy for Dominic. I really was.That was the lie I tried to convince myself of the exact moment the front door clicked shut behind me and I stepped into the cool evening air.But the second I reached the street, the reminder that I was never truly alone came into view.Marcus’s car was parked some feet away from mine. He sat in the driver’s seat, a silent shadow I’d assigned to watch over me which should have been reassuring. Instead, it made everything worse.When you are being watched every second of your life, you learn how to trap your reactions down in your throat where no one can see them.When you spend every second of your life being observed, you learn how to bury your reactions deep enough that no one can see them. You learn how to lock everything away before anyone can ask the questions you don’t have answers for.I got into the driver’s seat, closed the door, and started the engine. I pulled away from the curb, but I didn’t go far. I turned the corner

Serena’s POVThe message arrived the moment I pulled the car into park in the underground garage of Rhodes Incorporated. I turned off the ignition, and for a few seconds, the only sound was the murmur of people some distance away in the garage.Then my phone screen lit up on the console.Unknown Number: The waterfront accident was not an accident. I heard a conversation. Someone wanted it to happen. That is all I know.My fingers froze around the steering wheel.For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.My mind did not go to the company, the investigation, or what this could mean for Rhodes. It went straight back to that day.The sound of metal tearing through the air.The panic that had ripped through my body as the beam came loose above us.The dust. The chaos. The terrifying certainty that everything was about to end.Until Killian’s arms had wrapped around me.Until he pulled me against him and shielded me almost immediately.I remembered standing there afterward, still shaking ben

Serena’s POVThe drive to the Upper East Side felt endless.Traffic on Lexington Avenue barely moved, and I sat in the passenger seat of Killian’s SUV, my fingers twisting the strap of my bag repeatedly as I tried to force the memory of what almost happened in his office out of my mind.An almost kiss.Because that was what it was. I shook my head, immediately focusing on the important matter at hand. Every part of this new life I was living was a risk, but Annika was the one thing that could truly break me. If anything happened to her because I was too distracted, I knew I would never forgive myself.Killian drove in silence, his attention fixed on the road ahead, occasionally checking the mirrors out of habit. After several minutes, he reached toward the center console, pulled out a small metallic tin, and opened it.Without looking away from the road, he extended it toward me.Inside were mints.I stared at the tin, then at his profile, my brows furrowing in confusion."“What is

Serena’s POV“If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you were seeing someone else,” Chloe’s voice came through the car speakers, loud enough to fill the quiet space around me. “And frankly, as your official best friend, I feel like a neglected partner. Except this is worse, because at least a cheating lover gives you an excuse to throw a glass of wine in their face.”I tightened my grip around the steering wheel, watching the morning traffic crawl ahead of me while her words settled in.“It’s just work, Chlo,” I said, glancing at the clock on the dashboard. “Mostly work. The transition with some accounts have been a nightmare, and Dominic is…”“Dominic is a workaholic, which makes you a double workaholic by association,” she interrupted immediately. I could practically hear the eye roll in her voice. “You have cancelled on me every single night for the last two weeks, Elena. Every time I text you, it’s either ‘just finishing a report’ or ‘stuck somewhere downtown.’ I’m starting to for