All Chapters of Pampered by the Dominant Billionaire After My Divorce: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

"So — you're after my twenty percent stake in Harrison Group now." Cecily's expression was flat and cold."Yes." Monica didn't bother hiding it. She lowered her voice to something harder. "Don't think I don't know — you have more than that twenty percent now. You have Everjoy Plaza, the fifty percent of Garcia Group's property, and the Riverton share… Cecily. I'll admit it — you really are something. Even with a mother who was useless, erratic, and in the end threw herself away—"She let the venom settle, then adjusted her face back to something composed, and stepped into the elevator.The doors began to close.Cecily's hands balled into fists at her sides. She stared at the woman beside her. She would never forget what her mother's last years had been like — the bleakness of them, and then the hospital. The self-inflicted ending—She was about to speak when the elevator doors were stopped again — this time by a hand.A beautiful hand. Long fingers, defined knuckles.Following the han

Her voice was as she always was to him — quiet, unhurried, with no sharp edges to it.This woman—Always finding the exact lever. Always knowing precisely how to reach him and put him back together.Though it helped, too — hearing that she'd been jealous over the woman in the elevator. He couldn't help it. He felt his mood shift.Vince reversed the position, kissed her with the full weight of something pent up, unsparing, without any particular softness.He pulled off her small vest and dropped it somewhere.The night air off the balcony was cool. Cecily shivered — and in the same instant, remembered what she was wearing under her dress. She made a strangled sound and grabbed the hand that was moving toward her neckline."Wait — wait—"Her face flooded.She tried to get up from his lap. Vince's arm held her in place. His eyes narrowed."Who was it," he said, "who said — 'come home and you can do whatever you want'?"Her face turned scarlet.She gripped his hand tightly — she couldn't

Serena's voice came through warmly: "All right, get back to work, don't interrupt your father and your sister."Monica agreed sweetly, ended the call, and personally went to Darren's small kitchenette to bring out a glass of lemon water, which she set on the desk across from him. She seemed about to address Cecily, but reading the tension in her expression, thought better of it. She told Darren "Dad, I'm going back to work" and left the office quickly.The door closed behind her. A strange silence descended.Cecily looked at the man in front of her. He was still vigorous-looking — not yet fifty, though he appeared younger due to careful grooming, his strong features still carrying traces of the handsome man he'd once been. His eyes held the sharp, calculating light of a seasoned businessman.Because of him, her mother had spent half her life in misery, and ended it in despair.Cecily's hands clenched at her sides. She said nothing.It was Darren who rose from his chair, studying her,

"You—!" Monica's fury was a contained explosion. Her eyes cut to Laura. "Don't forget, Laura, it was me who arranged your placement as Design Director's assistant." She hadn't known, when she'd made that arrangement, that the Design Director's seat would end up belonging to Cecily."Oh? I thought that was Manager Wilson's favor." Laura looked pleasantly blank."You ungrateful little—you see which way the wind blows and you side with her, don't you? Don't come crying to me when it goes wrong."Monica shot them both one last look and walked away.Laura exhaled dramatically. "That woman is terrifying. No wonder Mr. Boucheron sent me here to help you, Ms. Harrison. Did you see her face just now? Looked like she wanted to eat someone.""She's not quite at that level," Cecily said dryly, watching Monica's retreating figure. "But keeping watch on her going forward — yes, that's real.""Understood."……Laura slipped back to her desk and typed out a quick summary of events to send to Vince.Ce

She hadn't brought a gift.From the back seat came Sisi's cheerful bark as she batted a ball around.Cecily sat with too much tension to find an easy position. Several times she started to say something and swallowed it back.By the time the car entered the gated estate road, Cecily's palms had gone slightly damp.The car slowed and pulled over. Vince unclipped her seatbelt — and before she knew what was happening she was in his lap. The rare look on his face was something between fondness and exasperation. He kissed her, then rested his forehead against hers. "You're nervous?""…Yes." Cecily looked down and slowly put her arms around him.His eyes narrowed slightly. "I know a way to make you less nervous."He kissed her again.Cecily looked up — and read his expression immediately. Her face flooded. She tried to pull back to her seat. His arm locked around her waist and held."Vince!" The sharpness in her whisper was threaded with pure mortification."Weren't you nervous?" His other