I’m Back, Mr. CEO
She gave him her youth, her loyalty, her heart……only to be betrayed in the cruelest way. Adrian paraded his mistress and their daughter before the world while Serena, carrying his child, was left broken and forgotten. Even her own son was turned against her, calling another woman “Mommy” as if she never existed.
Years later, the woman they all discarded returns. No longer weak, Serena is now the dazzling force behind a global empire. Her ex-husband burns with obsession, the mistress grows desperate to destroy her, and the child she lost to lies begins to see the truth.
“Why now?” Adrian demands, eyes dark with desire.
Serena’s gaze is cold, her smile sharper than glass. “Because this time, I belong to no one… not even you.”
Her rise will be their ruin — and her revenge will be unforgettable.
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Chapter: BOOK 3 - CHAPTER 36: THE DEEPENING RELATIONSHIP{ETHAN POV}Three days have passed since Maya’s trip to Portland, and something has shifted.She came back different. Quieter, maybe. More thoughtful. For the first day, I was terrified she’d figured something out, that her mother had told her everything. But then she showed up at our usual coffee shop, smiled at me like nothing had changed, and asked about the new project timeline.No questions about my past. No suspicious looks. No interrogations.Just Maya, settling back into the rhythm we’d built together.Whatever she learned in Portland, whatever she was searching for, she seems to have let it go.I should be relieved. Instead, I’m terrified that I’m running out of time.“You’re doing it again,” Maya says, pulling me from my thoughts.We’re in her apartment—our first time here together outside of work emergencies. She invited me over for dinner, said she wanted to cook for me as a thank you for the planetarium date. I offered to help, but she banished me to the couch with a glas
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Chapter: BOOK 3 - CHAPTER 35: THE PHOTOGRAPH (Continued)She studies the screen, squinting. “I… maybe? There’s something about the eyes. But it’s been so long, and he was just a boy. This man could be anyone.” She looks at me. “Why are you asking? Who is this?”“Someone I’ve been working with. His name is Ethan James Grant.” I’m watching her face carefully. “He said he’s distantly related to Lucas Grant. Family’s in fashion and real estate.”“Lucas Grant is married to Serena Moore now,” Mom says slowly. “Adrian Moore’s ex-wife. But Grant is a common name. And this man…” She looks at the photo again, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I just don’t recognize him. If he is Ethan Moore, he’s changed completely. Or I’m just forgetting what that boy looked like.”My heart is racing. Could it be? Could Ethan James Grant actually be Ethan Moore?“Can I use your computer?” I ask. “I need to search something.”“Of course. It’s in the office.”I’m halfway across the living room when Mom’s phone rings. She answers, and her face goes pale.“What?
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Chapter: BOOK 3 - CHAPTER 34: THE PHOTOGRAPH{MAYA POV}I’ve been staring at this damaged photo for three days.Ever since the date with Ethan, since that flash of memory at the planetarium, I can’t stop looking at it. The torn edges. The faded colors. Me as a child, maybe eight or nine, standing next to another child whose face is partially obscured by water damage and a deliberate tear.But I can see enough. Dark hair. Similar height to me. And we’re holding something together—leaves, maybe, or flowers. We’re in what looks like a greenhouse.Just like my memory.I’m on a plane to Portland now, the photo tucked safely in my purse. Mom moved there two years ago, said she needed a fresh start away from California and all its memories. I visit when I can, but this trip is different.This trip is for answers.The flight attendant announces our descent, and I grip the armrest, watching the city come into view below. Mom doesn’t know I’m coming. I didn’t call ahead, didn’t give her time to prepare or avoid me.Because I have a feelin
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Chapter: BOOK 3 - CHAPTER 33: THE MEMORY FLASHMy throat is tight. “What makes you ask that?”“Because sometimes when you look at me, it feels familiar. Like you’re seeing something I can’t. And tonight, this whole date, the stars… it’s like you knew exactly what would trigger something in me.” Her voice is shaking slightly. “So I’m asking you directly. Have we met before?”Tell her. Tell her the truth.“No,” the lie comes out. “We haven’t met before the conference. But maybe…” I choose my words carefully. “Maybe we’re similar. Maybe we both loved stars as kids. Maybe that’s why this feels familiar.”She wants to believe me. I can see it. But there’s doubt in her eyes.“I had lunch with Cameron yesterday,” she says, changing the subject abruptly.My stomach drops. “Oh?”“He’s been asking questions about you again. About Phoenix Tech. About your background.” She’s watching my reaction. “He seems to think you’re hiding something.”“Cameron’s suspicious of everyone. Especially people who get close to you.”“That’s what I told him. Bu
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-10
Chapter: BOOK 3 - CHAPTER 32: THE FIRST DATE{ETHAN POV}I’ve planned approximately seventeen first dates in my head over the past years.None of them involved this much anxiety.I’m standing outside Maya’s apartment building in San Francisco, holding a single white rose, not a dozen, because that feels too much, and trying to remember how to breathe normally. We’ve spent months working together. We’ve had dinners, coffee, late nights at the office. We’ve even kissed.But this is different.This is me asking her, officially, deliberately, to let me into her life as more than a business partner. This is real.The door opens. Maya steps out, and my brain stops working.She’s wearing a simple black dress, nothing fancy, but she’s breathtaking. Her hair is down, loose waves framing her face, and that star necklace catches the streetlight.“Hi,” she says, and there’s nervousness in her voice too. That makes me feel slightly better.“Hi.” I offer her the rose. “For you.”She takes it, smiling. “Just one?”“A dozen felt like I was tryi
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Chapter: BOOK 3 - CHAPTER 31: CONFUSED**Few Days Later**{MAYA’S POV}Sophie’s been staring at me for five minutes straight.“What?” I finally ask, looking up from my laptop.“You’re doing it again.”“Doing what?”“Sketching stars in your notebook margins.” She points at the page I’ve been doodling on during our strategy meeting. Sure enough, there are little stars scattered across the edges. “You always do that when you’re thinking about him.”I close the notebook. “I’m not thinking about anyone.”“Liar. You’ve been distracted for weeks. Ever since the gala.” Sophie leans forward. “What happened in New York? You said you’d talk to Ethan, clear the air, but you’ve been weird ever since you got back.”“Nothing happened. We talked. He explained some things about his background. That’s it.”“What things?”I hesitate. Ethan asked me to keep his family wealth private, and I’ve been respecting that. But Sophie’s my best friend, and the secrets are starting to weigh on me.“His real name is Ethan James Grant. He comes from money
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-09
Chapter: 76The library had settled into its usual afternoon lull, the air thick with the musty scent of aging paper and the soft rustle of turning pages. Lila sat hunched over her laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard as she transcribed her latest research notes. So engrossed was she in her work that she failed to notice the looming presence approaching her table until a shadow fell across her screen.Glancing up with a start, Lila found herself face to face with Caleb's towering bulk. Her muscles tensed instinctively, body coiling as if readying for fight or flight. The last encounter with this lumbering bully still burned fresh in her memory - his sneering disdain, the casual cruelty as he'd snatched away her notebook filled with painstaking calculations and schematics.But something was... off. Instead of the usual sneer twisting his features, Caleb's expression seemed almost sheepish. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his varsity jacket as he r
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Chapter: 75The echoing silence stretched unbearably as Caleb's hulking form loomed over Lila. She remained frozen, muscles coiled tightly, awaiting the inevitable belittling remark or physical intimidation tactic from the lumbering brute.Instead of lashing out verbally, Caleb simply stared her down, pale eyes drilling into her with an intense, unblinking glare. The seconds ticked by agonizingly until Lila had to fight the urge to squirm under his domineering scrutiny. Finally, he broke the oppressive silence by jutting his thick neck forward, the cords of muscle straining beneath his skin as he fixed her with a callous sneer."Give it here," he growled, the gravelly timbre of his voice reverberating through the stillness.Lila's brow furrowed slightly as she met his imperious glare, refusing to be cowed so easily despite her growing trepidation. She tilted her head in an exaggerated questioning expression.Caleb responded by leaning down until his meaty face filled her field of vision, hot bur
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Chapter: 74The library had settled into an industrious hush, the only sounds the occasional creak of chair legs against tile or the muffled clacking of Lila's fingers flying across her laptop's keyboard. Dylan pored over a sheaf of printouts, lips pursing in concentration as he made notations in the margins with a stubby pencil.Mia broke the silence with a jaw-cracking yawn, slumping back in her chair as she stretched her arms overhead. "Well, I don't know about you two, but my brain feels like an overstuffed piñata about to burst after cramming in all those thermospheric equilibrium models."Lila shot her a sidelong glance, the ghost of a smirk playing about her lips as her hands articulated a response. Dylan watched the deft weaving of her fingers with a hint of envy, wishing he could fully grasp the nuanced expressiveness of that rich, silent language.Mia snorted, translating Lila's gestures with a rakish grin. "She says no one ever claimed saving the world would be easy, especially when th
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Chapter: CHAPTER 73CHAPTER 73Mia studied a stack of printouts and sketchy diagrams, her brow wrinkled with concentration. Lila's fingers flew across the screen of her laptop with fluid ease, signing a complicated stream of gestures interspersed by brief bursts of typing. Dylan watched the spectacle with a genuine sense of pleasure and satisfaction. Just a short time ago, this ragged company was on the verge of implosion, split between petty power battles and pointless outbursts of ideological grandstanding. However, once their focus moved to actual, concrete goals in pursuit of the Scholsemann Sustainability Scholarship, a perceptible rebirth of synergy emerged.Dylan felt the same explosive spark that had first attracted them together rekindle as he assessed his co-conspirators' single-minded focus on the mission at hand. He cleared his throat, the gravelly rasp cutting through the charged silence like a tuning fork vibration. "Alright, people - I think it's time we regroup and see what kind of big-
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Chapter: CHAPTER 72CHAPTER 72***NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL ***The library's hushed ambiance felt like a taut wire, barely containing the simmering tensions that crackled between them. Lila swept her gaze across the secluded study nook, taking stock of her unlikely crew bound together by shared trauma and a singular purpose.Mia radiated tightly-coiled fury, her lithe frame tensed like a spring awaiting release. Though defiant fire still burned in those dark eyes, the mottled bruises marring her skin served as a visceral reminder of the price they'd paid for resistance. Beside her, Dylan settled into his chair with measured movements, as if afraid any sudden gestures might rekindle the powderkeg hostilities. His jaw was clenched, eyes tracking the others with a wariness born of recent betrayals.The heavy tread of boots against tile announced Caleb's arrival. The towering jock swaggered in exuding nonchalant arrogance, but the corded muscles bunching along his thick neck betrayed the menacing undercurrent sim
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Chapter: CHAPTER 71CHAPTER 71The front door let out a deep, familiar groan of protest as Lila shouldered it open and stepped across the threshold into the Hawthorne home. The entrance stretched out in front of her, tiny but neat, a true reflection of her father's practical principles and workmanlike pride.She scuffed her trainers against the bristly welcome mat, releasing the grit and debris that had gathered throughout the day on their rubber soles. The regular shucking noises resonated hollowly along the front hall, as Lila went about her daily practice of making herself at home.Her backpack thudded on the floor with a muffled whump, spreading its contents in a tangled sprawl of notebooks, textbooks and stray pens. She'd worry about resolving that issue later; for now, the enticing draw of escape into the digital ether called with its siren song of consequence-free distraction.Lila retrieved her smartphone from the chaos, flicking her thumb across the lockscreen in a single practiced flick. The sc
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Chapter: Chapter 23: Midnight Encounter I can’t sleep. The dinner replays in my head on an endless loop. Marcella’s cruelty, Matteo’s smug satisfaction, the way the entire table turned against me like a coordinated attack. But mostly, I think about Luca standing up for me. Defending me against his own mother. It shouldn’t matter. One moment of decency doesn’t erase a month of cruelty, doesn’t undo the locked doors and broken promises. But it does matter. And that’s the problem. At midnight, I give up on sleep. Wrap myself in a robe and pad quietly to the door. The guard outside has changed shifts, this one looking half-asleep in his chair. “I need water,” I tell him. “From the kitchen.” He blinks, considers. “There’s water in your bathroom.” “I want cold water. From the refrigerator.” I cross my arms. “Unless you’d prefer to wake Luca and ask his permission?” The threat works. He stands reluctantly. “I’ll get it for you.” “I’m perfectly capable of walking to my own kitchen.” “Those aren’t my orders.” “Then come w
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Chapter: Chapter 22: Family Dinner The next morning, everything feels different and exactly the same. Luca doesn’t mention the kiss. Doesn’t acknowledge what happened in that bathroom beyond a curt nod at breakfast. But I notice things. The way his eyes linger on me a second too long. How he doesn’t flinch when I reach for the coffee pot and our hands accidentally brush. Small things. But in this house, small things matter. “My mother has requested your presence at Sunday dinner,” he says, cutting into his eggs with surgical precision. “It’s tradition. The whole family attends.” “Does that include me now? I thought I was just the Romano problem.” “You’re my wife. That makes you family, whether my mother likes it or not.” He sets down his fork. “It’s important you come. Show unity. Show that the alliance is strong.” “Even though we both know it’s built on lies?” His jaw tightens. “Especially because of that. We can’t show weakness. Not now.” “When then?” He doesn’t answer. Just returns to his breakfast like I ha
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Chapter: Chapter 21: First Blood That evening, everything changes. I’m in my room, trying to make sense of everything Dominic told me, when I hear shouting from downstairs. Not the usual business discussions, not controlled anger. This is different. Raw. Violent. Then a crash. Glass breaking. More shouting. I move to my door, crack it open. The guard who was stationed outside is gone, probably drawn toward the commotion. I should stay put. Should lock myself in and wait for it to pass. But I’ve never been good at doing what I should. I slip into the hallway, follow the sound of chaos to the main foyer. A crowd has gathered. Guards, staff, some of Luca’s capos. They’re all focused on something at the center of the room. Someone. I push through the crowd, and my blood runs cold. Luca stands in the center, shirt torn, blood dripping from a cut above his eye. In his hand is a broken mirror shard, glinting with red. And across from him, backed against the wall, is a man I don’t recognize. One of the capos, maybe.
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Chapter: Chapter 20: Caught Morning comes too soon. I’m exhausted, running on maybe two hours of sleep, when Maria arrives with breakfast. But today she does something different. As she sets down the tray, she presses a small note into my hand. “From Dominic,” she whispers, so quiet I almost miss it. Then she’s gone. I unfold the note carefully. “Library. Noon. We need to talk.” I look at the clock. Three hours. The morning drags. I shower, dress in something simple but put-together. If I’m going to meet Dominic, I need to look composed, not like someone who snuck out in the middle of the night to meet her fugitive brother. At eleven fifty-five, I test my door. Unlocked. Interesting. The guard outside doesn’t stop me when I step into the hallway. Just nods, like he’s been told to let me pass. I make my way to the library, heart pounding with each step. The library is empty when I arrive. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, leather chairs, the smell of old paper and expensive whiskey. It’s beautiful and cold,
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Chapter: Chapter 19: Brother’s Warning Two days. Two days locked in my room with only Maria’s silent visits to break the monotony. She brings food, takes away untouched plates, and won’t meet my eyes. I’ve become invisible again, a ghost in this marble prison. I spend the time thinking, planning, and trying to figure out how to salvage this disaster. Marcella outmaneuvered me completely, using Luca’s love for his mother like a weapon. And I walked right into it. Stupid. So stupid. On the third morning, something changes. A piece of paper slides under my door while the guard is distracted. Small, folded tight. I wait until I hear footsteps retreating before snatching it up. The handwriting is Alessandro’s. “Tonight. 2 AM. Garden entrance, east side. Come alone. Destroy this.” My heart hammers. Alessandro. Here. Risking everything to reach me. I burn the note in the bathroom sink and wash the ashes down the drain. Then I wait. The hours crawl by with agonizing slowness. Dinner comes and goes. Maria collects the tray
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Chapter: Chapter 18: Confused I want to protest, want to defend myself, but the words stick in my throat. Because Marcella is good at this. So good. She’s rewriting reality right in front of us, turning truth into lies and lies into truth, and Luca is believing her. “Luca,” I finally found my voice. “Please. Listen to me…” “No.” Marcella’s voice sharpens. “My son has listened to you enough. He’s listened to your lies, your manipulations, your convenient revelations. Now he needs to hear the truth from people who actually love him.” “I never lied to him.” “Didn’t you?” Marcella’s smile is poisonous. “You married him knowing your family had blood on their hands. You came into this house carrying your father’s schemes. Every tear, every moment of seeming vulnerability, all of it calculated to make him soft. To make him weak.” “That’s not true.” “Isn’t it? Then tell me, Elena Romano, why did your father’s letter appear now? Why not immediately after the wedding? Why wait until you’d had time to observe Luca, to l
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-07-03
Chapter: BOOK 3 - Chapter 40: New Beginnings ~ Alex POV ~The elevator hums beneath my feet as it carries me to the thirty-second floor. Same building, same office, but everything feels different now. A year ago, I would've checked my phone three times during this twenty-second ride, firing off emails or scanning stock reports. Today, my hands stay in my pockets.The doors slide open with a soft ding. Austin's already at the conference table, spreading architectural blueprints across the polished surface. He looks up when I enter, and for a split second, I catch that familiar spark in his eyes. The one that used to light up whenever he had a new idea."Morning," I say, setting my coffee down beside his. Black for me, cream and sugar for him. Some things never change."Morning." He straightens, rolling his shoulders. "Ready for this?"I move around to his side of the table, studying the blueprints. The proposed community center stretches across three city blocks. Art studios on the ground floor. Youth programs on the second. A ga
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-07-28
Chapter: BOOK 3 - Chapter 39: Rebuilding Brotherhood & Lessons Learned THREE MONTHS LATER~ Alex POV~"You're actually going to eat that whole thing?"I look up from my plate of pancakes to find Austin grinning at me across the diner table, syrup dripping from his fork. It's been three months since Isabella left, and this is the first time we've done this. Just breakfast. Just brothers. No agenda, no business meeting disguised as family time."Says the guy who ordered enough bacon to feed half of Manhattan." I cut another piece, savoring the simple pleasure of eating something that doesn't cost fifty dollars and come with a wine pairing. "Remember when we used to do this in college? That place near campus with the terrible coffee and the waitress who always called us 'hon'?""Millie's." Austin's smile turns nostalgic. "She'd mix up our orders every single time and then insist we were wrong about what we'd asked for.""And we'd just eat whatever she brought because arguing with her was impossible.""Still is, probably." Austin takes a sip of his coffee, m
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-07-28
Chapter: BOOK 3 - Chapter 38: Isabella's New Life ~Isabella POV~I press my forehead against the cool airplane window and watch Manhattan shrink beneath me, all those glittering towers becoming toy blocks in a child's playroom. The city that almost broke me is just geography now, lines on a map, coordinates that exist in my rearview mirror.My phone buzzes one last time before we reach altitude. A message from Tessa: "San Francisco better treat you right, or I'm flying out there to kick some West Coast ass."I smile despite the tightness in my chest. Despite the way my fingers keep reaching for the empty space where my engagement ring used to sit before I remembered I never had one. Never would have one, not from either of them.The woman next to me is reading a romance novel, something with a shirtless man on the cover and a title involving the word "billionaire." I want to tell her it's all lies. That real billionaires don't sweep you off your feet and carry you into the sunset. They make you choose between pieces of your heart unt
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-07-27
Chapter: BOOK 3 - Chapter 37: Aria's Wisdom ~ Alex POV ~The elevator doors slide open with their familiar whisper, and I step into the penthouse foyer where Mom is arranging white orchids in a crystal vase. Her movements are precise, practiced, the kind of ritual she uses to center herself when the world gets messy."Alex." She doesn't look up, but there's something lighter in her voice today. Something I haven't heard in weeks. "How did it go at the gallery?"I loosen my tie, letting the silk slip through my fingers. "Nora was there. Packing Isabella's things.""Good." Mom sets down the orchid she's holding and finally meets my eyes. There's no sympathy there, no maternal concern about my broken heart. Instead, there's something that looks almost like... relief. "It's time."The bluntness catches me off guard. I expected questions, maybe gentle probing about how I'm handling Isabella's departure. Not this calm acceptance that borders on satisfaction."Mom...""Where's Austin?" She moves to the window, her silk dress catching
Dernière mise à jour: 2025-07-26
Chapter: BOOK 3 - Chapter 36: Nora's Visit ~ Nora POV ~I shove Isabella's sketchbooks into the cardboard box with more force than necessary, the sharp corner catching my thumb. Blood wells up, bright and immediate, but I don't stop packing. Can't stop. If I stop moving, I might actually scream at the pristine walls of this gallery office that's become Isabella's prison.The afternoon light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting everything in that golden glow that makes rich people think their lives are touched by magic. But all I see are shadows. All I smell is expensive perfume lingering in the air from some client meeting, mixed with the chemical tang of fresh paint and the bitter scent of Isabella's barely touched coffee growing cold on her desk.Another sketchbook goes into the box. Then another. Each one filled with her dreams, her vision, her talent that these people have been using like a pretty ornament for their empire.The door opens behind me, and I don't need to turn around to know who it is. The air
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Chapter: BOOK 3 - Chapter 35: The Aftermath **Alex POV**The elevator ride down feels like the longest forty-seven floors of my life.Austin's standing next to me, hands shoved deep in his pockets, staring at the digital display like it holds the secrets of the universe. Neither of us has said a word since we left Isabella's apartment. What is there to say? We just broke the heart of the woman we both love, and we did it together.The irony isn't lost on me. It took losing her to find each other again."You think we did the right thing?" Austin's voice is quiet, almost lost in the hum of the elevator.I don't answer right away. The right thing. Such a simple concept, but nothing about this situation has been simple. "I think we did the only thing.""That's not the same thing.""No. It's not."The elevator dings, and the doors slide open to reveal the marble lobby of Isabella's building. A few photographers are still camped outside, their cameras ready to capture any sign of scandal. They perk up when they see us, but I keep my
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