Lahat ng Kabanata ng BOUGHT BY THE RUTHLESS CEO : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

CLARA'S POV By evening, the gray morning rain had given way to a darker sky. On the digital terminal screens, the catastrophic fallout of my father’s malicious leak was already clear. The media had completely exploded with the scandal. Every major news network, digital tabloid, and financial blog had splashed our names across their headlines. The ten-second wiretap snippet was playing on a continuous loop across the internet, and the public interpretation was devastating. They were labeling me a brainwashed, abused captive, and they were painting Ares as a monstrous, predatory abuser who used financial leverage to force a defenseless woman into submission. Volkov Global’s stock prices were in a total, uncontrolled freefall, plummeting by over twelve percent in the first two hours of trading alone. Outside the security gates of the tower, a frantic sea of media cameras, flashing lenses, and shouting reporters stood in the downpour. They were hungry for the public execut

CLARA'S POV The paper edges of the unsealed file bit into my palms, the only sharp sensation grounding me in a world that had just turned to ash. I stood frozen in the center of the dim office. The green glow of the terminal screens illuminated the unredacted forensic reports, casting monstrous shadows across the floor. I finally understood the hatred. I finally understood the silver collar. My father hadn't just outmaneuvered Ares’s family in a corporate acquisition twenty years ago. Edward Sterling had targeted Ares’s mother with a calculated, relentless campaign of psychological terror. After executing a hostile buyout that stripped her of her life’s work, my father had systematically hunted her reputation, manufactured fraud charges to isolate her from her peers, and used relentless personal extortions until her sanity fractured behind closed doors. The evidence suggested that my father had pushed her toward a breaking point, systematically destroying the life she had

CLARA'S POV The shock of my father’s unexpected arrival hung heavily in the air like a cloud of gas. Ares did not take a single step backward. He slowly shifted his weight, his towering frame instantly forming an unyielding wall of muscle right in front of me to block my view of the corridor. His eyes turned into narrow slits of freezing ice as he locked his predatory gaze directly onto the hostile team of high-priced corporate attorneys and the smug forensic accountant filling our private penthouse foyer. "You have exactly three seconds to remove your parasites from my private home, Edward," Ares whispered. His deep voice was dangerously low. "Before I personally order my security detail to throw you directly down the empty elevator shaft." "Your security guards won't touch me today, Ares," Edward countered smoothly. He chose to stride deeper onto the black marble floor, his confident posture radiating the arrogance of a man who believed he had just outmaneuvered our entire

CLARA'S POV The black ink spread between us like a scar across the contract. For the first time since Edward entered the room, he wasn't looking at Ares as his enemy. He was looking at me. My father stared at the broken pen pieces in my hand, his face twisting into an expression of fury. The high-priced attorneys took a step backward, completely unnerved by the total shift in the room's gravity. I had drawn a line in the black fluid, and the corporate execution was now entirely in my hands. The shattered pieces of plastic dropped from my fingers, rattling softly against the dark floor as the ticking clock on the wall measured the death of his high-stakes blackmail plan. I took full control of the room. I tossed the broken remnants of the silver fountain pen onto the desk and looked my father dead in the eye, my gaze cold and unyielding beneath his furious stare. "You think you hold the master card because you have an auction receipt, father," I said, my voice echoing coldly aga

CLARA'S POV The silver light of dawn always makes the penthouse feel colder than it actually is. I sat by the window, watching the gray fog roll over the city streets below. My body was exhausted, but my mind refused to quiet down. On the floor near the desk, a faint dark smudge remained where the ink had spilled last night. It was the only physical proof that my father had been here, that he had tried to break us, and that I had destroyed his leverage with a single sequence of code. But the victory hadn't erased what I had discovered. My father's reaction yesterday kept replaying in my mind. The fear in his eyes when I mentioned the Sterling archives. The way his gaze had shifted toward the old family insignia on the desk. He hadn't been afraid of losing Volkov Global. He had been afraid of what I might find. And that meant whatever was hidden inside those archives was more important than the company he had spent his entire life protecting. I kept waiting for the