Novel & Cerita A Second Chance With The Ceo After Divorce

"I see Victor Lang heading this way. I am going to go find the bar." Vivian vanished into the crowd before I could protest. A moment later, Victor Lang stepped into her place. Victor was the CEO of Lang & Associates, the second-largest design firm in the city. He was tall, arrogant, and wore a bespoke suit that was far too tight around his chest. He had been trying to steal my clients for years, and he had a reputation for being ruthless with his employees and predatory with women. "Chloe," Victor drawled, his eyes sweeping over my dress with an unsettling hunger. "You look absolutely magnificent tonight. I see you came alone. Again."

"I should be free. What's the matter?" "If you're free, come to the Everly house for dinner!" Lyra said calmly. "Understood!" Hanging up the phone, the assistant and CFO saw their CEO in a good mood and seized the opportunity to flatter him. "Mr. CEO, your wife cares about you!" "That's right, your wife is so virtuous." Ronan said in a modest tone while saying something completely immodest. "Well, isn't it? She's quite clingy! Can't bear to be without me for even a moment, so annoying!"

Suddenly, Stephen Wood shot to his feet, "Where the hell is this decision coming from, girl? I know you and Mr. Butler were once married and are now divorced, but whatever is happening, you can't let it affect our business simply because you want to satisfy a whim.” He snorted. “You are acting like a spoiled and selfish brat. I knew Michael was making a mistake by handing this empire over to a woman. You are not fit to lead this company."

He was so pissed by the time he got to the end that he had to go back and read it more carefully. The photo was indeed of a younger Chloe when she lived and worked in New York. She’d landed a position with a prestigious advertising firm one year out of college. She’d done impressive work and then she’d been promoted to senior executive—above several other junior executives who’d been there longer. A relationship with the CEO had been quickly revealed, and Chloe had been named in the divorce proceedings between the CEO and his wife. Chloe had fled in disgrace, and then she took a job with the smaller, on-the-rise golden gates promotions.

“Still clinging to a man who doesn’t want you.” I smile, slow and deliberate. “Oh, Chloe,” I murmur, stepping closer. “You really think you won, don’t you?” Her smirk falters for half a second, but it’s enough. I turn away without another word, leaving them both standing there. They have no idea what’s coming next. --- Revenge is a game of patience. With my settlement secured, I move on to the next phase of my plan—taking Nathan’s empire apart from the inside. The shares I received in the divorce were a start, but not nearly enough. If I wanted real power, I needed more.

“You've already ruined me enough; my company has crashed, my sister is in jail, and my finances are shit. What else do you want? You really still want to steal this business opportunity from me too?” I pulled my hands out of his and took a step closer to him to remind him I'm no longer intimidated by him again. “I don't owe you any explanation, ex-husband.” He gritted his teeth, his hand forming a fist at his side in anger, but then he took a deep breath, and he freed the crumpled finger. “You're not worth me losing my temper and losing this job opportunity.” Who knew divorce and a little sprinkle of financial crisis would be what it took to teach hot-tempered Mr. a little anger management?

"As the CEO, if I had an affair while married, my personal reputation alone would cause many business opportunities to slip away from us. Sophie, what happens between me and Chris is not for you to meddle in. If it weren't for Chris today, I would have to bear the shame of having an affair during my marriage. Tomorrow, the company's shareholders could demand my resignation. Do you want to destroy the Wilder family with your actions?" A string of questions came pouring out, and Sophie was stunned, unable to cover her face anymore. Instead, she looked at Chris in silence. "But... but you two are already divorced. As long as you admit that you're divorced, you and Michael could be together!" sh

After the meeting, I got into my car and reclined, plunging my head on the headrest. I closed my eyes, letting the tension of the meeting seep out of my head. And that was when my phone beeped. My eyes widened as I saw the headline NEWS: CEO Logan Michealson and M$M corporation founder has reportedly filed for a divorce from his wife, Vivian. I sucked in a deep breath, still finding it hard to believe. “Why is he divorcing Vivian?” I mumbled, shock etching my features “Where to, ma'am?” The chauffeur asked, his voice cutting through my thoughts.

My head’s too fucked up, and I’ve got a meeting in an hour that I can’t blow off. But as I’m adjusting my tie, that gnawing feeling creeps back in—the one that’s been there ever since she walked out. I thought she’d come back. I thought... fuck, I don’t know what I thought. That our bond would be enough to hold her? That she’d realize how important this was? Instead, she’s gone. She left me. And now, I’m staring down the barrel of a divorce I didn’t see coming. I head downstairs, the smell of coffee hitting me as I enter the kitchen. My mother’s already there, sitting at the counter, looking at something on her tablet.

When we got divorced and I wanted to stay away from him, instead the chances of seeing him increased. "What do you have in mind?" Nancy said suddenly. "What?" I didn't quite understand what she meant and subconsciously asked back. "The company belongs to you to go more contact with them, after all, the president of Ocean Group before, interested in the part of you during the explanation." Me? Why didn't I see that Nathan was interested in my idea? . Yes, I didn't even have time to look up at him. The encounter that day was so awkward that I didn't even dare to look much. But he ...... would be interested in my ideas?