All Chapters of His to Consume : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Lena's POVI woke up to find the morning sun brightening the entire room through the sheer curtains. For a few precious seconds, it made the world feel still and light, as if all the chaos and stress in my life had melted away. I sighed and tried to revel in that gossamer peace, but reality came back very quickly. Yesterday's weight pressed heavily on my chest, and a low groan escaped my lips.Rubbing my temples, I sat up in bed trying to pull my will into action. My body felt like a lead, while my thoughts were still tangled up in more memories of the tension and frustration I had been grappling with for weeks. But as I sat there motionless, I could tell something very comforting reached me - a soft familiar aroma that seemed to wrap itself around my senses. Coffee. And something else : eggs? Toast?Shoving the covers aside, I stepped into the robe, letting warm, welcoming scents guide me down the stairs. I was nearing the kitchen when a faint sound reached my ears; I smiled knowingl

Lena's POV I stood in silence in the empty conference hall, letting off a regretful breath. It seemed like an eternity after having the audience air with the weighty confrontation that transpired. The board's distrust and the lost Fortex deal, along with Damien's out-of-the-blue offer, swirled in my head like a tornado-howling, stomach-churning thing. I wouldn't let that control me, even though it was irritating.I pushed back my chair, the sound of scraping legs resonating throughout the stillness of the room. I brought myself up, adjusted my blazer, set my shoulders. The Grahams wanted me to fail; they wanted to strip my power away from me, ripping it away from me. They wanted to see me beg, and they wanted to see me crumble.But they knew nothing about me.I walked with the same steady steps out of the room, with Allyson closely behind. My heels click trickly against the polished floor, reminding me at each step that I am going to falter.I gestured for Allyson to close the door b

Lena's POV Waking the next morning was like getting up from slumber to the gentle light of dawn filtering through our windows. For a moment, I felt still, enjoying the peace before the storm. This fight for my company, my name, and my legacy was no longer merely a professional one; it was personal. It was going to take every ounce of focus I could muster.I slid out from between my sheets and went through my regular routine with precision. A hot shower, an iron-sharp navy-blue suit that was straight from the office, and the black stilettos that clicked confidently. Today was not about blending in; it was about standing out and reminding everyone exactly who Lena Hathaway was.Ariel was already up downstairs, sipping coffee at the kitchen counter and scrolling through her phone. Her hair was in a loose bun, and her little frame looked even childish in a huge sweater. But her presence was strong, even under that."Morning," she said, smiling as she looked up. "Are you ready to take on

Lena's POV I arrived at the office, and my thoughts were chaotic from the previous day. I needed proof that I could take back power, that I wasn't some weak leader they could walk over.Upon stepping through the door, I was met with the calm presence of Allyson; however, the look on her face was rather telling that something was wrong. She was standing near the reception desk with her eyes skimming the place nervously."Lena," she called softly, and I turned toward her."What's wrong?" I asked, all-too aware there was something wrong."It's Mr. " Graham," Allyson said, glancing over her shoulder to the waiting area, "He's been here from early morning waiting for you."My eyes narrowed, my chest tight. Sure enough, it was Mr… Graham. The nerve of him to show his face here, on my turf, uninvited. It is personal now - even more than business. He played games, just like his daughter and husband had."Is he still in there?" I asked, walking toward the lobby with Allyson trailing behind.

Lena's POV I settled into my chair, with my fingers gliding over the smooth surface of my desk while I thought about Grant. He was there when I was little and remembered my past. We had shared the future that was for us, now barely a memory stripped from his mind when everything was taken and just fell apart. To think I would have to go back into that world and somehow power him into continuing his marriage to Cassidy... It twisted something deep within me.The ringing of my phone disrupted all my thoughts; I grabbed it quickly, relieved to be distracted. "Lena," came Ariel's voice, all familiar and comfortable throughout the line. "I have been watching things for you. What's up? You sound... odd."I leaned back in my chair and took a breath. "You're right; I'm all well. " The Grahams are heavy, and I'm the one stuck in the middle.""Tell me everything," she said, soft yet insistive.I told her all about me. Graham: the offer, the ultimatum, the pressure to convince Grant to remain