The Evil Ceo Manga Novels & Stories

"Next time... be a good girl. I don't like a woman who's too rebellious." That was the last thing he said before he waved his hand at me and left my room. I slowly curled up and hugged my knees. I feel so humiliated. He did it as if it was just some sort of sick joke, while I was nearly dying of fear and desperately seeking help from anyone who could hear me. He's such a wicked man... Wesley is beyond evil. There's no word that can describe how evil he is. I remained in my bed and cried until I fell asleep.

We have compiled this financial data, but that doesn't mean we did anything to the documents or funds. "My colleague here is right, Mrs. CEO; you only resumed yesterday and don't know anything about how we work here. You cannot just start accusing us." Bianca Davison interjected, agreeing to Samuel Santa's words. "Mhmm. You are both somewhat right, and I would love to agree with you. But unfortunately, I'm not a considerate type of person. I'm brutal, wicked, and ruthless. I'm everything evil. And I hate lies, deceit, and corruption. Remember, during my manifestation, I said I was here for a change? That must happen.

His gaze was also sharp on the woman. I could hear behind me the faint laughter of my blockmates. Maybe they were happy because the CEO humiliated Nathalie. He even said that she is just a secretary and not a wife, which is the opposite of the woman's story earlier. I shook my head, sighing. He's scary. If I ever win here—even though that's impossible, I still won't work for their company. I'd rather be in the coffee shop and ride Thraia's evil stares at me every time Yhael approaches me.

“I know your wife has no family. Why are you doing this to me? He was reluctant, but finally looked me straight in the eye. “It was Mr. Athos , okay? He found out that the cafeteria is mortgaged and threatened to pay off the debt just to demolish my business if I did not fire you. I am so sorry, Rylee . You are a great employee and a great person, but I can't fight this man. He has already destroyed Arnaldo BiShop, who is much more powerful than me, he would have me chopped up if I contradicted him and I have two children to raise.

And to feel more sure of what he was doing, from one of his desk drawers he took out a newspaper that had arrived in the morning. In the first spreadsheet the words that made him know that he would go against Maria Fernanda no matter what. ‘CEO Stefan de la Barrera is accused of inhumane treatment against his employees and restaurants lacking hygiene.’ He took the newspaper in his hands and ripped it to shreds, he knew the only thing he could live for was to make her pay for her words and make someone else pay for the greater harm she caused him. “Sir... Sir? Sir!” Maria Fernanda cried, separating herself from the arms of the man who was hugging her with so much need. “Sir, what is happening

the Detective said leaning on the table "So tell me, do you have any special reason you would like to tell me about why I shouldn't look into your personal life?", the CEO was quite for a while then he looked the detective directly in the eye "I have been the CEO of this company for five years, everything I have, I owe it to Mr Dante, why would I want to burn the arm that feeds me?, I have nothing to hide, you can look into my personal life, all I want is for you to catch the person that caused this mess", Mr Dante's phone suddenly rang, a new number was calling, he stood up and went out of the room and answered the call

Inside the cover, there was an inscription. *To Damian, May you always find truth in fiction. – Dad* I stared at the words. Damian’s father. The man who had died when Damian was twenty. The man who had built the empire Damian now ruled. I wondered if Damian missed him. I wondered if Damian was lonely. Then I remembered the way he had looked at Victoria. The way he had threatened her. The way he had told me he wanted to break my heart. No. He wasn’t lonely. He was angry. And I was the target.

The BlackWolf Corp. elevator was a monster of steel and mirrors. Thirty-two stories tall, with a speed that sent your stomach up to your throat, and a silence broken only by the almost imperceptible hum of the cables. Ethan Moore rushed in at the very last second, his leather briefcase slapping against his thigh, still-hot coffee in his left hand. He pressed the button for the 17th floor with a sweaty thumb and took a deep breath, trying to pull himself together.

Belle's POV: I am at work again. Not having a secretary is hard, seeing her working for her new boss in front of you harder. I prefer that she gets fired. She being at the company it's on my nerve. The fact that she was nice to me the day before acting like a bitch is so cool. Guess I am like my mother, we both suck at knowing people. Currently I am in the elevator with Dante, on our way to conference room. "What the fuck!" He growls. Cause the elevator stops dead in it tracks.

After that, go back to take the food again to chew again until leaving the jar only. My hand moved the mouse. The screen that was previously dark now displays various kinds of letters and numbers that make my head dizzy seven times. It's because of this man. Almost half a day I thought about the message. Imagining what that CEO wants with my arrival to his room, makes me shudder in horror. I gave myself a hug, intending to calm down. Then catch your breath. Damn it! A line of messages that can make my mood change. After all, what did he want to tell me to his room? Perhaps!