All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Plus Size Redemption : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

POV: Olivia"Ethan, look at this," I said, my voice high and tight as I sat up in bed.Ethan stirred beside me, blinking his gray eyes against the morning light. "What is it, Olivia?"I thrust my phone toward him, my hand shaking violently . It's Damian. He just filed a multi-million-dollar lawsuit against Kingsley Global Holdings. He claims we stole trade secrets from Carter Innovations."Ethan sat up instantly, the blanket falling away. He took the phone from my hand and read the red notification banner on the screen. His jaw set into a hard, rigid square."He's using the alleged logistics leak from last week," Ethan said, his voice quiet and dangerous. "He wants to force a public trial.""No, Ethan," I said, swinging my legs over the edge of the mattress and standing up. "He doesn't just want a trial. He wants me. He knows if he connects my name to you, the press will destroy this company. They will say I brought corporate secrets from my ex-husband straight into your office."Etha

POV: Ethan"You need to fire her today, Ethan," Arthur Vret said, slamming his heavy hand down onto the polished oak table. "Or at the very least, suspend her indefinitely until this lawsuit disappears."I stood at the head of the long boardroom table, adjusting the cuffs of my gray suit jacket. Twelve board members sat around the perimeter of the room, their faces pale and tight. Rain tapped hard against the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of Kingsley Tower, matching the sharp clicking of Chloe's heels as she sat near the corner, taking notes on her tablet computer."I am not firing Olivia Bennett," I said, my voice low and steady. "And I am certainly not suspending her.""Are you insane?" Richard Hayes shouted from the far end of the table, leaning forward. "Damian Carter filed a multi-million-dollar lawsuit against us two hours ago! The news channels outside are screaming about corporate espionage! They are claiming your personal secretary stole trade secrets from her ex-husband's c

Olivia pov;I looked down at the blank white pages of my notepad."What do I even say?" I asked softly. "Chloe's legal team sent me a draft thirty minutes ago. It says I should apologize for the distraction and clear Mr. Kingsley's name.""Throw Chloe's paper in the trash," Sophia said without hesitation. "You have nothing to apologize for. You did not leak those files. You did not break the law. Speak the truth. Tell them who you are, what you do here, and why Damian is doing this."Naomi pointed a pen at me. "And speak loudly. Don't let those pushy reporters talk over you."A knock sounded on the glass door. Ethan stepped inside, holding a black leather jacket over his arm. He looked at Sophia and Naomi, then at me."It's almost one o'clock," Ethan said. "The legal team wants to review your notes."I stood up from my chair and picked up my yellow legal pad. "I haven't written it yet.""Then take my office," Ethan said, stepping back to leave the doorway open. "Nobody will disturb yo

POV: Olivia"These numbers do not match," I whispered to myself, staring at the bright computer monitor on my desk.I adjusted my glasses and leaned closer to the screen. It was eight o'clock on a Tuesday evening. The executive floor of Kingsley Global Holdings was completely quiet. Most of the glass offices were dark, except for mine and Ethan's.I was working on closing out the quarterly financial reports for our supply chain division. On my left sat a thick stack of printed vendor invoices. On my right sat the digital ledger approved by the finance department.I pointed my black ballpoint pen at a line item for Apex Logistics. The paper invoice listed a payment of forty thousand dollars for shipping containers. But when I checked the digital system, the logged payment showed sixty-five thousand dollars.That was a twenty-five thousand dollar difference."Maybe it is just a typing mistake," I muttered.I opened the next file in the folder, an invoice from standard shipping supplier

POV: Ethan"The board members are panicking, Ethan," Mason Grant said, slamming a thick paper folder onto my desk. "Victor Hale just called me three times in twenty minutes. Damian Carter's public statements are driving our stock price down."I adjusted my tie and looked at Mason across the wide wooden desk. "Victor needs to stay calm. Damian is throwing a public tantrum because his press conference failed yesterday.""It isn't just a tantrum," Mason said, leaning over my desk with his palms pressed flat on the polished wood. "Carter Innovations just submitted an aggressive takeover bid to the SEC. News reporters are standing outside Kingsley Tower right now with television cameras. If our stock drops another three percent before four o'clock, the board will force a vote on your strategy.""Let them call a vote," I said, keeping my voice flat and steady. "I built Kingsley Global Holdings from a failing shipping firm into a Fortune 100 company. I am not handing the keys to Damian Carte