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MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY
GRAYSON'S POVAs I sat on the edge of the couch, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Jocelia, with her perfectly calculated crocodile tears, was spewing all sorts of lies and venom on national television. The words "Sylvia stole Grayson from me" echoed in my head, and I couldn't help but wonder how I had ever been in love with someone like her. There she was, painting herself as the victim, while slandering Sylvia in every way she could think of. She called her a whore, claiming that Sylvia only rose to power by "climbing on men’s dicks," as she so crudely put it. My blood boiled as I listened to her tirade.I glanced over at Sylvia, who was sitting next to me, her eyes fixed on the TV. I knew that Jocelia had always been a thorn in her side, someone who never missed an opportunity to try and bring her down. But this was different—this was public, and this was low, even for Jocelia.The host of the late-night show, a man who thrived on controversy, leaned in with a smug expression.
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SYLVIA'S POVI woke up that morning with a sense of determination, shaking off the lingering frustration from Jocelia's pathetic attempt at a smear campaign last night. She'd gone on some talk show, spouting her usual nonsense, but I couldn’t let that get to me. My day was packed with important tasks, and I needed to stay focused. The kids were already up and about, Zenith playing with his toys while Zendaya was brushing her hair in the bathroom. After getting them ready for school, I made sure they had their lunches packed and kissed them goodbye as they headed out the door.I took a deep breath as I dressed for work, selecting a sleek navy-blue dress that would command respect without being too flashy. Today was a big day for the company—the opening of our newly refurbished building. This wasn’t just any building; it represented the growth and resilience of my business, the very things Jocelia had tried to undermine. I glanced at the clock and grabbed my keys, determined to make the
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JOCELIA'S POVI sat on the edge of my bed, phone in hand, staring at the screen with mounting rage. The headlines about me were plastered across every social media platform, every news site, and even the local tabloids. **Sylvia's little section** where she covered her company’s move had completely destroyed me. The way she twisted the narrative, turning me into the villain, had shifted everyone’s perspective against me.I scrolled through the comments under the articles and videos. *“The crazy ex-girlfriend strikes again!”* *“Can’t believe she’s still clinging to Grayson. Pathetic.”* The comments were ripping me apart, dragging not just my name through the mud but extending their insults to my family. My family's once-reputable name was now synonymous with failure, all because of Sylvia’s manipulative tactics.“That bitch,” I muttered under my breath, feeling the familiar burn of humiliation rise up my chest. How could one little thing she said change the whole narrative? How could e
Last Updated : 2024-08-23MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY THREE
ALICE'S POVI sat in my office, the tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. The hum of the city outside my window was muffled by the thick glass, leaving me in a silence that was only broken by the faint chatter seeping through the door. My fingers drummed a slow, steady rhythm on the polished mahogany desk, my eyes fixed on the door as I listened intently to the sounds outside.Curiosity got the better of me, and I leaned forward, pressing the intercom button on my desk. “Julia,” I called, my voice steady, “what’s going on out there?”Within seconds, the door opened, and my assistant, Julia, stepped inside, her expression a mix of concern and mild amusement. “It’s Jocelia,” she said, her voice hushed as if the woman in question might still be lurking around the corner. “She was here to see Grayson, but he… he chased her out. It was quite a scene.”I arched an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? What exactly happened?”Julia stepped closer, her voice dropping to a conspira
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JOCELIA'S POVI drove home in a daze, the streets of Manhattan blurring around me as my mind replayed the day’s events over and over again. My plans to change the narrative, to claw back some semblance of control, had crumbled. Each time I thought I was making progress, something or someone was there to push me back into a corner. The rearview mirror caught my reflection, and I saw the mess I’d become—my face streaked with mascara, mixed with the tears I’d tried so hard to hold back. My perfectly curated image, now ruined, like everything else in my life.By the time I pulled into my father’s penthouse garage, it felt as if all the strength had drained from my body. I parked the car, took a deep breath, and tried to steady my trembling hands. The keys slipped from my grasp as I grabbed my bag, and I cursed under my breath. Leaning down to pick them up, I told myself I just needed to get inside, to find a way to piece myself together again. My father might not understand, but at least
Last Updated : 2024-08-23MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE
GRAYSON'S POVI sat in my office chair, fingers drumming lightly on the sleek wooden surface of my desk, staring at the wall across from me. How dare Jocelia barge into my office as if she still had any place in my life? The audacity of that woman was beyond belief. Her desperate attempts to rekindle whatever it was she thought we had were laughable at best. I could almost see her in my mind’s eye, her perfectly painted lips curled into a smirk she probably thought was seductive. If she imagined she could warm her way back into my heart or manipulate me into anything, she was sorely mistaken.A sharp knock on the office door pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. "Come in," I called out, my voice more clipped than I intended.The door creaked open, and Stewart stepped inside, his familiar face offering a welcome distraction. "Afternoon, Grayson," he greeted me with a nod, his tone professional yet warm."Afternoon, Stewart," I replied, gesturing for him to take a seat. He didn’t, tho
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ALICE'S POVI arrived home with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction after a long day of scheming. The driver pulled up to the grand entrance of my estate, and as he opened the door for me, I stepped out gracefully, letting the cool evening air wash over me. My heels clicked against the cobblestone path as I walked towards the door, feeling the weight of the day's accomplishments on my shoulders. Mama needed her rest, after all.But before I could reach the sanctuary of my home, my phone buzzed in my purse. I pulled it out and saw Todd's name flashing on the screen. I answered it, my voice smooth and controlled. "Todd," I greeted him, already knowing the purpose of his call."It's done," he reported, his voice steady, professional. Just as I’d trained him."Good. And precautions?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. Todd was nothing if not thorough."Taken care of. No loose ends.""Excellent," I purred, feeling a sense of satisfaction ripple through me. "The money will be wired
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GRAYSON'S POVI stepped out of my office, the weight of the day hanging on my shoulders, but nothing out of the ordinary. It was just another day at the top, where the world and its demands never seemed to let up. I walked into my private elevator, the familiar hum of the machinery doing little to distract me from the monotony of my routine. The doors slid shut, and I pressed the button for the ground floor, thinking about how much I was looking forward to getting home, to unwinding with a glass of whiskey and a good book—or maybe just zoning out in front of the TV for a change.The elevator descended smoothly, and when the doors opened, Paul was already there, waiting for me as usual. We exchanged nods, a silent understanding passing between us. Paul was the kind of man you could rely on—steady, unflappable, and always in control. We walked together to the garage, the click of our shoes echoing in the quiet space.Just as we were about to reach my car, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I
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SYLVIA'S POVThe music filled the room, a soft melody that perfectly matched the elegance of the moment. I stood with the crowd, cheering as Raymond and Beverly cut their wedding cake, the sweetness of the day mirrored in the layers of cream and sponge. I felt a tear slip down my cheek as I watched them share a kiss, a symbol of the love they had found in each other. It was a love that had grown stronger despite the odds, and seeing them now, so happy and so in love, filled my heart with an overwhelming sense of joy."Cheers to the newlyweds!" someone called out, raising a glass of champagne. The room erupted into applause and laughter, and I joined in, lifting my own glass before taking a small sip. The bubbles danced on my tongue, but the real celebration was in my heart. Two of the people I cared about the most had just vowed to spend their lives together, and I couldn't be happier for them.I watched as Grayson approached me, his smile wide and warm. He slipped his arms around me
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY SIX
SYLVIA'S POVI pushed my cart to the checkout line, trying to ignore the hum of the supermarket's television broadcasting the latest news. The report was a grim reminder of the chaos that had overtaken my life these past few weeks. Alice had managed to evade capture, despite the police's best efforts, and now her escape was dominating the headlines. The screen showed a grainy image of Alice from a surveillance camera, her face partially obscured as she slipped away. Todd Marlon and his wife, the couple who helped her, were also being sought, but it was clear Alice was the priority.My fingers tapped impatiently on the shopping cart handle as I waited for the cashier to finish scanning my groceries. I could hardly focus on the small talk she tried to make. My mind kept drifting back to the kids—Zenith and Zendaya—and the constant fear that loomed over us. As long as Alice was out there, nothing felt secure. My chest tightened just thinking about it.I paid for the groceries, my movemen
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY FIVE
ALICE'S POVI could hear the buzzing of news reporters and paparazzi as my car came to a stop. The flashing cameras and shouted questions were almost deafening. I adjusted my black pantsuit, the fabric feeling too tight and heavy as I prepared for the day ahead. This wasn’t how I had envisioned my court hearing. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of stress and paranoia. I’d been so engrossed in my schemes that I failed to notice the net closing around me.Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady myself. The reality of the situation was sinking in—I hadn’t managed to cover my tracks as thoroughly as I’d thought. The thought of being caught off-guard was infuriating. My only real ace in the hole was the fact that I technically owned Lockwood; it’s hard to embezzle from a company you own. The charges against me were primarily about being an accomplice in the kidnapping of Zenith and Zendaya. But I was confident there was no solid evidence linking me directly to the crime. Beverly was
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY FOUR
GRAYSON'S POVI stood in front of the mirror, struggling to get my tie just right. No matter how many times I adjusted it, it wouldn’t stay in place. The knot seemed to mock my efforts, slipping just out of reach of perfection. As I fumbled with the silk, I felt Sylvia’s presence behind me. Her gentle touch on my shoulders was a comforting contrast to my frustration.“Let me help,” she said softly. Her hands moved with practiced ease, guiding the tie into place. I felt her warmth as she adjusted the fabric, smoothing it down and securing it. When she finished, she gave a reassuring pat on my shoulders. Her eyes, usually so full of confidence, held a hint of worry. I could tell she was anxious about the upcoming meeting, about what this day might bring.“It’ll be okay,” I said, turning to face her. “Everything’s going to be fine.”Sylvia gave me a small, but hopeful smile. Her hands lingered for a moment before she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. I kissed her back, trying
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY THREE
GRAYSON'S POVStepping off the private jet, the crisp New York air hit me with its familiar bite. I inhaled deeply, a mix of relief and anticipation washing over me. My eyes wandered to the tarmac where Sylvia and the kids were just stepping down the jet’s stairs. Zenith and Zendaya, holding onto their mother’s hands, looked up at me with wide, curious eyes.Paul and Stewart stood nearby, their faces lighting up as they saw me approaching. I broke into a smile and headed towards them. Paul extended his arms in a welcoming gesture, and I embraced him warmly. “Good to see you, Paul,” I said, giving him a firm pat on the back. I turned to Stewart, giving him a friendly hug as well. “And you, Stewart. It’s been too long.”As we pulled apart, Stewart nodded. “We have much to discuss. I’m glad you’re back.”Paul and Stewart greeted Sylvia next, and Paul’s eyes softened as he looked at the kids. “Look at you two! You’ve grown so much,” he said, making Zenith and Zendaya giggle and smile shyl
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY TWO
ALICE'S POVI sat at my desk, staring at the email on my desktop screen. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This was a game-changer, a lifeline that I desperately needed. Another company, completely out of the blue, was willing to buy 72% of the shares in Lockwood Corporation. Lockwood’s value had been steadily climbing, and at present, those shares were worth around 96 billion dollars. My heart pounded with excitement and fear. This was my chance, my way out. The risks were enormous, but so were the rewards.The document of ownership for Lockwood Corporation was a ticking time bomb. I knew that. It was only a matter of time before it was contested. Taking Lockwood public was out of the question, not with the shadows looming over its ownership. But with this offer, I wouldn’t need to go public. I wouldn’t need to worry about the document anymore. Once the sale went through, I could embezzle the money, and by the time anyone realized what had happened, William and I would be long go
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY ONE
SYLVIA'S POVThe night sky was a canvas of flickering lights as I stood there, taking in the beauty of it all. The warm, balmy air of Rio wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, and the sound of music and laughter filled the air. It was a perfect night, a celebration of everything we had worked so hard to achieve. The lighters—thousands of them—filled the sky, their soft glow reflecting the joy and camaraderie that had blossomed within this community.I spotted Grayson on the dance floor, moving with a rhythm and grace that made me smile. He was in his element, completely at ease with the people around him, people who had once been strangers but had now become like family to us. I watched him for a moment, content to observe, to bask in the happiness that radiated from him.But then, as if sensing my gaze, Grayson turned and caught my eye. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he began to make his way toward me. I knew what was coming before he even reached me."No, no, no
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY
ALICE'S POVAs I leaned back in my office chair, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I signed off on yet another large sum of money being transferred to one of my offshore accounts. It had become a routine by now—a safety net I’d meticulously built over the past year, in case things ever went south. With each transfer, I felt a little more secure, a little more prepared for any surprises that might arise.It had been over a year since anyone had seen or heard from Grayson, Sylvia, or her children. They had vanished without a trace, leaving behind a wake of speculation and rumors. I had my theories about what happened, of course. Perhaps they were hiding, licking their wounds after the disaster that was Sylvia’s trial. Or maybe, just maybe, they were plotting their return, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back. That last thought always sent a chill down my spine, but I quickly dismissed it. They had been gone too long, and I had taken too many precautions to wor
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY NINE
SYLVIA'S POVI stood in the living room, my eyes locked on the bags Grayson had packed for us. They just sat there, lifeless and heavy, like the weight pressing down on my heart. This wasn’t how I imagined our lives would turn out—sneaking away in the dead of night as if we were fugitives. But this wasn’t about starting fresh anymore; it was about survival, about protecting my children from Alice and Konrad. Grayson had made it clear: we had to leave, and we had to leave now.I paced back and forth, anxiety gnawing at me with every passing second. Where were my children? They should have been here by now. My mind raced, pushing away the worst-case scenarios that kept creeping in. What if something had gone wrong? What if we were already too late?A hand touched my shoulder, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. I turned to see Raymond standing there, his expression calm, yet concerned. “They’ll be fine,” he said, his voice steady, trying to reassure me.I nodded, even though I wasn’t
