All Chapters of Sweet Revenge, Mr. CEO: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Serena’s POV“Oh my God, it feels like it has been forever since we just sat down and had a proper drink,” Chloe groaned as she slid a tall, frosted glass across the table toward me.The bar was warm and inviting, filled with the quiet hum of conversation, soft jazz drifting through the room, and the golden glow of the pendant lights overhead.It was the complete opposite of the afternoon I’d just had in the cold walls of The Paragon.“Since your schedule became completely insane, I swear I was starting to forget what you looked like outside of a business suit. How does your drink taste? Do you feel alive yet?”I laughed, taking a sip of my drink.“I might need another piña colada before I can decide if I feel alive again.”“Well, cheers to that.” Chloe raised her glass, “Because I’m about to send at least three more glasses coming your way.” Just as my lips widened with a smile, a yawn escaped me, causing Chloe to narrow her eyes. "Look at you. Yawning at seven in the evening. You

Killian’s POVThe neon yellow ball shot past David’s racket, clipping the back line with a sharp, satisfying smack.“Jesus, Rhodes,” David breathed, bracing his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. He dropped his racket onto the clay court with an exaggerated sigh. “That was a brutal pass. For someone who claims he barely plays anymore, you’re making me look terrible.”I laughed, wiping the sweat from my forehead with the back of my wrist. “You’re only three years older than me, Chen, but you act like you’re twelve years ahead of me. Stand up and hit the ball. Stop moving like you need a retirement home.”David slowly straightened, picking up his racket as his eyes narrowed with fake offense. “I’m going to ignore the fact that you just insulted me while I’m physically exhausted.”“Good. Stop being a pussy.”His mouth twitched before he shook his head. “Oh, I’ll show you who’s pussy.”He bounced the ball twice, tossed it into the air, and served hard down the line. I mov

Serena's POV“…shares of Rhodes Incorporated dropped nearly twelve percent in pre-market trading following the announcement,” the news anchor’s voice cut through the silence in the kitchen, competing with the hum of the espresso machine. “Federal authorities have refused to comment on the full scope of the investigation, but sources confirm that all cargo movement at the primary terminals remains frozen pending a complete regulatory audit.”I leaned against the counter, my fingers tightening around my mug as I stared at the screen. I hadn’t slept all night because the moment the news had appeared on my phone thanks to my informant, my mind had started dissecting every detail, turning every possibility over and over, searching for any piece that didn’t fit.A federal emergency freeze wasn’t something that happened because of a simple administrative mistake. It was too sudden. Too severe. The official statement mentioned an anonymous tip regarding major safety violations, but the speed

Serena’s POVThe elevator descended in silence, the numbers above the doors counting down one floor at a time.Beside me, Killian stood with his hands loosely clasped in front of him, staring straight ahead like the stainless-steel doors had suddenly become the most fascinating thing in the building.His tie was perfectly straight.Everything else about him wasn’t.His shoulders were tight enough to snap steel cables, and every few seconds I caught him clenching his jaw before forcing himself to relax it again.We were less than a minute away from the boardroom.I studied him from the corner of my eye.If he walked into that room looking like this, and with no plans, they would smell blood before he even sat down.And if they tore him apart…My plans went down with him.“Killian.”He turned immediately.I stepped slightly into his line of sight and rested my fingers lightly against his sleeve, just above his elbow.Nothing dramatic.Just enough to make him stop thinking about whatever

Serena’s POVBy the time Louisa found me, she had somehow already heard about the board meeting despite the fact that I had only just made it back to my temporary office. She appeared in the doorway without knocking, coffee in one hand, phone in the other, looking like she had sprinted over ten floors purely to satisfy her curiosity.“Tell me it’s true.”I looked up from the reports spread across my desk. “Good day to you too.”“No, absolutely not.” She set the coffee down, her lips parted in surprise. “We can exchange pleasantries after you tell me what happened in that boardroom.”I looked at her. She looked at me. She pointed at me, then toward what I believed was the floor above us, then back at me again, apparently deciding that finger gestures were more efficient than full sentences.“You actually went in there,” she said.“I didn’t exactly have a choice.”“You always have a choice.” She folded her arms. “Elena, I have worked in this company for four years. I have prepared presen