All Chapters of FIRED BY THE CEO FORCED TO SERVE HIM: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

You're Fired

The spotlight burned like judgment.Vanel Lense stood motionless at the center of the runway, heart hammered against his ribs as the cameras flashed in a relentless storm. Seven years of blood, sweat, and starvation had led to this single moment.The final selection for the face of Aurelius Luxe.He kept his posture perfect, chin high, the practiced smile locked in place. Around him, dozens of elite models waited in silence. He had outshone them all in the trials and he knew it in his bones. This had to be his.The massive screen behind the stage glowed with a single name: DYLAN LOPERSE, CEO of Aurelius LuxeThe twenty-nine-year-old brilliant yet ruthless CEO who had built an empire on ice and impeccable taste. He had never once smiled in public.The audience erupted into applause as Dylan entered. He looked tall and commanding in his black tailored suit, with its silver cufflinks catching the light. His face looked as though it had been carved from a marble and his gray eyes, cold wi

Last Updated : 2026-07-01

A Man Who Should Have Died

Rain hammered the crushed taxi like bullets. The metal screamed as the car flipped once, twice, before slamming violently into the guardrail. For one suspended heartbeat, everything stood still. Then the barrier gave way.The taxi plunged into the swollen river.Vanel's body slammed against the seat as the impact punched every breath from his lungs. Pain exploded through his ribs, and his ears rang violently. Before he could gather himself, freezing water burst through the shattered windows, swallowing the vehicle within seconds."No..." His voice trembled as he struggled against the twisted wreckage. His right leg was pinned beneath the crumpled dashboard. He pulled with all his strength, but the metal refused to move.The door wouldn't open, over and over again, he tried but nothing. The icy water climbed from his waist to his chest. Every second stole another breath, another ounce of hope."Please..."He wasn't ready.He had sacrificed too much to die like this. His lungs burned and

Last Updated : 2026-07-01

The new identity

Morning light sliced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the private recovery suite, casting sharp shadows across the room.It had already been two weeks since the surgery and the man in the mirror was no longer Vanel Lense. He wore a crisp white shirt tucked neatly into black trousers. His posture was straighter than before, his shoulders broader and his movements more restrained.Yet the unfamiliar face staring back at him still felt like a stranger's.Praise slowly lifted a hand, tracing the sharp line of his jaw. Only his eyes remained the same: gray-blue, haunted and burning with a quiet fury. There were no scars or trace of the man who had nearly drowned in that river. The face that once begged for Dylan Loperse’s approval was gone.Now it belonged to someone far more dangerous.A knock interrupted his thoughts. “Come in," he ordered. The lead physician entered, carrying a thick leather folder. “You’re recovering faster than expected.” Praise lowered his hand."Physically."

Last Updated : 2026-07-01

His angel of death

The black luxury sedan glided soundlessly through the towering wrought-iron gates. Its polished exterior reflected the golden hues of the setting sun. Praise Renard sat in the back seat with an impeccable posture, his gloved hands rested calmly on his knees. To anyone watching, he looked composed, professional—exactly what a personal butler should be.Only he knew the truth.Beneath the crisp uniform and carefully crafted identity, his heart pounded so violently it felt as though it might shatter his ribs.The gates closed behind the car with a heavy metallic groan. The sound echoed in his ears, it felt less like the entrance to an estate and more like the closing of a prison. There was no turning back now.The long driveway stretched ahead, winding through acres of perfectly manicured gardens. Praise observed everything through the tinted window, committing every detail to memory.He memorized everything. From the security camera, to the guard post, the entrance and every possible es

Last Updated : 2026-07-02

Seven O’clock

Praise Renard was awake long before dawn.The digital clock on his bedside table glowed 5:12 A.M. He had barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, the same memories resurfaced: cold gray eyes, an unreadable expression, and a calm voice that had dismantled his entire world with three devastating words.“You’re fired.”Praise stared at the ceiling, breathing slowly. Seven months had passed since Vanel Lense had been erased from existence. Yet those words still echoed as sharply as they had on that humiliating night under the bright lights.He sat up and whispered to the empty room, “Not today.” Today was not about the past but rather marked the true beginning of his revenge.By six-thirty, the mansion was already stirring with quiet efficiency. The aroma of fresh bread emerged from the oven, coffee beans were ground by hand, coupled by the rich aroma of butter and roasted coffee filled the air.“You really are an early riser.” Nora looked up as Praise entered and smiled“I couldn’t s

Last Updated : 2026-07-15

After Hours

The clock on Dylan’s office wall read 11:47 P.M.The mansion had fallen completely silent. Only the occasional patter of rain against the tall windows broke the quiet.Praise stood near the large mahogany desk, carefully organizing the final stack of documents. His fingers moved with practiced precision, but his mind was elsewhere.Dylan had been working for hours without pause. His jacket lay discarded over the back of his chair, with the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong, veined forearms. Even exhausted, Dylan Loperse radiated power, quiet, controlled, and impossible to ignore.Praise had spent the last three hours trying not to stare at him. Yet he kept failing miserably.“You’re staring,” Dylan said, his eyes still fixed on the contract in front of him.“I wasn’t,” Praise calmly replied.Dylan’s pen stopped moving, slowly he lifted his gaze. Those cold gray eyes locked onto him with unnerving intensity. “You were.”“Perhaps you should focus o

Last Updated : 2026-07-20

Familiar Ground

The morning brought heavy rain showers that turned the city streets into dark mirrors. The black luxury car glided smoothly through the wet roads, heading toward Aurelius Luxe headquarters.Praise sat in the back seat beside Dylan, the silence between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Last night’s confrontation still hung in the air like lingering smoke. Dylan had not mentioned the confidential file again, but the occasional sharp glance he directed at him made it painfully clear.The suspicion had not faded.Praise kept his expression carefully blank, though his pulse remained unsteady. One careless word the night before had nearly exposed everything. He had stood in that office with the report in his hands and almost destroyed the carefully constructed identity of Praise Renard.Dylan finally broke the silence, voice low and controlled.“You seemed… interested in Vanel Lense last night.” He slightly turned his head. “It was an unusual name. And the report looked serious.”“It w

Last Updated : 2026-07-28

Executive Floor

The executive floor of Aurelius Luxe was quieter than the rest of the building, but the silence carried weight.Assistants moved quickly between offices; their voices instinctively dropped the moment Dylan appeared. When the elevator doors opened, Praise felt the old atmosphere settle around him like a familiar coat.This was the floor Vanel Lense spent seven years trying to prove himself. And now, he walked down its halls under a different name.“Stay close.” Dylan moved ahead without looking back.“Yes, sir.” Praise followed him into the private office.The next hour found him organizing documents while Dylan worked, answering calls and signing papers with the same controlled precision that had once decided Vanel’s fate. Everything in the room remained unchanged; from the black marble, to the enormous windows overlooking the rainy city, and the company insignia behind the CEO’s desk.Only he had changed.Dylan eventually looked up. “You’ve been quiet.”“I was instructed not to spea

Last Updated : 2026-08-15

Cracks

The rest of the afternoon passed under a strained silence.Praise remained in the outer office, organizing schedules and answering the few calls Dylan allowed him to handle. Every time the private door opened, he felt Dylan’s gaze land on him and stay a fraction too long.The easy confidence Praise had carried since arriving at the mansion was gone. In its place was a careful, measured stillness.He had made a mistake, a serious one as that.After the final meeting ended, Dylan dismissed the remaining staff with a single look. The executive floor emptied quickly, only the two of them remained.Dylan stood by the window, with hands fixed in his pockets as he watched the rain streak down the glass. “Come here.”Praise walked over and stopped just a few feet away. But Dylan did not turn.“You handled that file like someone who already knew what was inside it,” He quietly said. “I reacted the way anyone would when they see a name they recognize.”“Most people don’t recognize a terminated

Last Updated : 2026-08-15

The First Clue

By the time Praise returned to the Loperse Estate, the rain had intensified into a steady downpour. Water cascaded from the eaves, collecting itself in dark pools along the gravel driveway.He stepped out of the car and paused beneath the covered entrance, staring up at the mansion that rose against the stormy sky.Everything looked exactly as it had that morning—perfect, controlled, and untouchable. The marble columns still gleamed under the outdoor lights. The windows still reflected the estate’s carefully maintained image of power.Yet Praise now knew better. Something was wrong, not only with Dylan, but the entire carefully constructed world surrounding Aurelius Luxe.He entered through the main doors. The sudden quiet of the interior felt almost unnatural after the noise of the rain. Nora appeared immediately and took his wet coat with practiced efficiency.“Mr. Renard,” she carefully said. “You’re back earlier than expected.”“Mr. Loperse is staying at the company for now.” Nora

Last Updated : 2026-08-15

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