All Chapters of Married To The Vengeful Billionaire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

72 “If you’re incapable of managing this company, then maybe it’s time we vote for a new CEO or—”Alejandro slammed his fist on the table, finally fed up. “Or what?” he demanded, his piercing gaze silencing the room. “Who else wants to stand up? Go ahead, do it now!” His tone was icy. “Did I hear something about a new CEO?” he asked, chuckling to himself.“Mr. Marcel, Mr. August, Mr. Peterson—you three have been here the longest. Let’s say we agree to vote for a new CEO. Can any of you explain what it takes to run one of the world’s biggest companies? To make deals with both locals and foreigners, to come up with innovative strategies daily?” Alejandro challenged, his eyes daring them.The three men exchanged confused glances, unable to respond, which made Alejandro smirk.“Handling both local and foreign clients requires negotiation skills. I personally speak twelve different languages and am still learning more. Mr. Peterson, you were the first to stand up, and we’re currently work

74Valeria burst out laughing. “You’re hilarious, Isabella. A real comedian.” She wiped a tear from her eye and stood, moving to another spot in the room.“You’re insecure, Valeria. That’s why you bully others—to cover up how bad you feel about yourself!” Isabella repeated.Valeria suddenly turned toward her, fury in her eyes.“Look at me, Isabella! I’m beautiful, I’m smart, I’m sexy! Why the hell would I be insecure?” she yelled, her face flushed with anger, startling Isabella.There was a tense silence before Isabella spoke softly, “I thought I might find something good to write about you, but I was wrong. You’re awful.”“I didn’t even try because, honestly, what good could I find in you?” Valeria scoffed.“How do your parents even like you?” Isabella mused aloud.“How does anyone like you? A shapeshifting tramp who stole her best friend’s crush and then dumped him for a gay guy,” Valeria huffed.“Is that all you’ve got on me, Valeria?” Isabella asked calmly.“You wish,” Valeria rol

76THE RED LION PUB***Camila had come here for her lunch break, but Alejandro’s cold reaction earlier kept playing in her mind. She sat at the counter, massaging her temples.“Can I get your best drink, please?” she asked tiredly.The bartender handed her a menu, and she ordered a cocktail. It was soon served, and she took a sip, trying to relax.“Drinking alone in the afternoon? Marriage troubles?” a familiar voice teased, taking the seat beside her.Camila didn’t need to look to know who it was.“Who said you could sit here?”“It’s a pub, Camila. Anyone can sit anywhere,” Rafael replied casually, eyeing her drink. “That looks refreshing. What’s it called?”“There’s a menu. You don’t have to talk to me,” Camila snapped.“We’re not enemies, Camila. I’m just rivals with your husband,” Rafael shrugged.“A rival who doesn’t know how to play fair. You should be ashamed,” Camila scoffed.Rafael smirked and turned to the bartender. “I’ll have what she’s having.”As the bartender prepared h

78••••••••••••••••••••••••••••BRIARWOOD SCHOOL**Isabella had just packed her books into her backpack, ready to leave the school as the day came to a close. Before she could exit the hallway, a familiar face she had been trying to avoid stepped in front of her."Isabella, we need to talk," Brett said."There’s nothing left to talk about, Brett," Isabella replied coldly, attempting to move past him. But he blocked her path again."I’ve given you enough time. I can’t stay away from you anymore—it’s killing me!" he said desperately, his eyes pleading with her."Then maybe you should go stay with Elijah instead," Isabella scoffed."Isabella, Elijah meant something to me, yes—I admit it. But he means nothing to me now. How can I make you understand? You're all I think about," Brett implored."That’s the problem, Brett—you don’t need to explain. I don’t want you or anyone in my life right now," Isabella responded firmly."And I respect that. But all I want is your forgiveness, Isabella. I

80“I didn’t push her,” Alan replied calmly.“I’ll ask again,” the interrogator said, pulling out a taser.“Officer, we had no relationship. The question you should be asking is why she was at my place so late at night, armed with a knife,” Alan said, giving him a cold, detached look.The interrogator motioned to an officer. “Bring his belongings here.”The officer returned shortly with Alan’s bag, which the interrogator emptied onto the table.“Why do you have her taser?” he demanded.Alan smirked but remained silent. The interrogator slammed his hand on the table. “Answer me, damn it!”"I took it so she wouldn’t use it on me," Alan replied."And why do you have a duplicate of her car keys?" the interrogator asked again.Alan sighed. "I had it because I wanted to talk to her. Why don’t you take my phone and check the video on it?" he said, tiredly.The interrogator took his phone and handed it back to Alan. "Open it."Alan unlocked the phone and showed the interrogator a video. "My r