All Chapters of Dear CEO, all I want is revenge : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

As the evening wore on, they moved into the living room once more, sipping their drinks as they talked. Aiden gestured toward a beautiful painting on the wall, asking her opinion of it. She studied the abstract work for a moment, genuinely admiring its unique beauty. "It's stunning," she said honestly. "I could look at this all day." He smiled, seeming pleased by her reaction. "Thank you. I commissioned it from an artist I met during my travels. It reminds me of you, in a way. The way you see beauty in everything, even the smallest of details." Her heart skipped a beat at his words, but she forced a casual laugh, trying to downplay their significance. "Oh, you're just saying that." She gestured toward the fireplace, where a few embers glowed softly. "But speaking of beauty, I love how cozy this room is. It's perfect for a night like this." She glanced around, taking in the comfortable furniture, the soft lighting, and the warm, inviting atmosphere. Aiden followed her gaze and nod

As Ashley strode confidently through the polished marble corridors of The Thomas Enterprise headquarters, her heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nerves. It had been months since she had stepped foot in this building, let alone in the boardroom she was about to enter - as the new CEO. Dressed in a sleek power suit that exuded authority, Ashley's eyes sparkled with determination. She had worked tirelessly for this moment, clawing her way up the corporate ladder, fueled by her ambition and desire to prove herself. Little did she know, fate had a surprise in store for her. Just as she reached the impressive oak doors of the boardroom, the sharp voice of the secretary halted her in her tracks. "Excuse me, ma'am, but this is a private meeting. You can't just barge in like that." The secretary's tone was firm, her posture reflecting her unyielding stance. Ashley smiled politely, her gaze meeting the secretary's. "I understand, but I'm actually here to lead this meeting." Her v

The dimly lit bar hummed with the energy of a Friday night. The air carried the mingling scents of whiskey and perfume as couples swayed to the rhythm of the music, their laughter and whispers creating a symphony of intimacy. Among them sat Ashley, a solitary figure perched on a barstool, her eyes wandering over the dance floor. She watched as couples twirled and embraced, lost in their own worlds of passion and desire. A pang of loneliness gripped her heart, tightening with every sight of a tender kiss or shared gaze. She sipped her cocktail, feeling the weight of her solitude pressing down on her like a heavy cloak. Lost in her thoughts, she was startled when a shadow loomed over her. Looking up, she found herself lost into the eyes of a strikingly handsome man. His smile was warm, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice smooth and inviting. Ashley hesitated for a moment, her mind still following the thread of her solitude. But some

Thomas sat in his study, the dim light casting soft shadows around him. He clutched the robe tightly around his frame, the fabric providing little comfort in the face of the daunting task ahead. Memories of Morris Veighblack’s threats echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of the dark path he had found himself on. The stack of bills on his desk taunted him, a physical representation of the debt he owed to Morris for agreeing to marry his daughter, Maris. But Thomas knew he could never go through with the marriage. Maris was not a sweet girl, and his heart belonged to another, and he couldn’t betray his true feelings...but he had betrayed his true love, now she hated him, so what was really stopping him from marrying Maris? As he pondered his next move, the door creaked open, and Morris Veighblack entered the room. His presence filled the space with a suffocating tension, his eyes cold and calculating. “Thomas,” he said, his voice like razor blades against the silence, “have you ma

He pushed her gently against the wall, feeling the softness of her breasts against his chest. Thomas's hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves, cupping her ass, pulling her closer still. Genevieve moaned softly, her head spinning with desire as she felt herself growing wet between her thighs. Something in her subconscious screamed at her to run away from Thomas, another voice warned her that what she was about doing was wrong, but she didn't listen. His tongue traced the contours of her mouth, exploring every inch as she arched her back, pressing herself against him. He cupped her face in his hands, their eyes locked in a heated exchange as he lowered his lips to her neck. His tongue traced a path down her collarbone, eliciting a shuddering gasp from her. He could feel her nipples harden through her dress, and the knowledge sent a surge of desire coursing through him. Thomas's hands found her breasts, cupping them through her dress. He groaned, feeling the hard peaks in his