Romans & histoires When The Ceo Begs For My Forgiveness Novel

I pulled open my desk drawer, scrambling for my anti-rejection medication, but my hands were shaking so badly the bottle slipped, spilling white pills all across the dark mahogany. My mind raced back to five years ago. I had convinced myself that our love was just a youthful phase. My mother had told me that Jessica had taken a massive payout from the Vance family and run away with another man the moment I boarded the plane for my master's degree overseas. I believed it. I had hated her for it. I used that hatred to fuel my ambition, to climb to the top, to become the ruthless CEO the city feared. But the look on her face last night wasn't the look of a woman who had taken money and moved on

"You think because I let you out of that car, the debt is paid? You're mine tonight. Every hour. Every minute." "You already took so much," I whispered. "I’ll take more. I’ll take all of it." He reached down and finished what he started in the limo. He ripped the rest of the dress away. The wet silk fell to the floor in a heap. I was naked now, exposed under the cold water. He didn't look at me with pity. He looked at me like I was a meal. "Turn around. Face the wall," he commanded. "Xavier, please, the tile is too cold."

This is a corporation. She nodded once. And corporations survive by burying truth, not confronting it. Several faces stiffened. The chairman cleared his throat. We are requesting your resignation as CEO effective immediately. There it was, Clean, Clinical, Predetermined. The words landed with weight, but Valerie did not flinch. On what grounds. Temporary incapacity, the chairman said. Emotional distress. Reputational risk. Daniel leaned forward. For your own good. Ethan’s hands curled into fists behind her.

"Aria, I know I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!" He wept bitterly, humbled into the dust. "The company is gone, the money is gone, all those so-called friends are hiding from me. Lily, that disaster, is locked up... I only have you now! Please, for the sake of our past, for the sake that I used to support you, come back with me! Let's start over!" I looked quietly at the man before me. The former business elite, the arrogant CEO who once forced me to "confess my crimes," was now lying at my feet like a stray dog, wagging his tail and begging for pity.

The floor tilted beneath me. And just like that, I wasn’t a CEO with her name etched in gold anymore. I was a daughter again. A daughter with too many questions and no one left alive to answer them. Except Thiago. And I hated that he still had that power. He moved closer. Just one step. Not enough to touch me. But enough to stir the air between us. “I’m not asking for your forgiveness,” he said. “I’m asking for your help.” I blinked. “Why the hell would I help you?”

“I'm so sorry Caleb, it was all my fault.” “You are right about that Zoey, you betrayed me; you broke my heart and tried to destroy me,'' I replied, the memories of it all still fresh in my mind. “I'm so sorry Caleb. Please forgive me.” she sobbed. “I forgive you, now leave.” I turned to go to my room. Zoey held my hands refusing to let me go. Please forgive me, Caleb, I was stupid and callous. Please, I've lost everything, my job.., my home, my dignity.``

"Leo brainwashed me! I didn't even want to come!" "Please, give me another chance! My kids are young! I can't lose my job!" Mike fell to his knees, his eyes red. "Boss! I was just confused for a moment!" "If we had known who you were... we never would have done this!" "Please forgive me! My daughter needs money for her treatments!" I looked at their pathetic display, and a wave of disgust washed over me. If I were just some small-time boss, would they be on their knees begging like this?

Cecilia Jones was lying in her hospital bed today, staring at her right leg that got hurt when Yvonne Smith hit her. She thought back to when the car crash happened and how Jeff Lawrence had rushed to help Yvonne. She opened her special notebook and wrote down: [I forgive Jeff again, for the 95th time.] Her notebook only had 99 pages, and Cecilia felt like her heart could only forgive Jeff 99 times too. If she ever got to the last page, she knew it would be time to say goodbye.

"Because you still haven't lost yours. You’re the charming, fallen CEO with a tragic yet redemptive story. I’m just the woman who spread her legs to skip a few rungs." He settled down across from me, the distance between us heavy with unspoken words. "I’m asking you to forgive me," he said quietly. "I just want to know how to help." I wiped my face, the tears blurring my vision. "I want to burn the internet to the ground." "Then let's do it," he replied, his expression stone-cold. I stared back at him, and for a fleeting moment, something fragile inside me shattered and a foolish, reckless laugh erupted from my chest.